𝖫𝖤𝖳 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖶𝖮𝖱𝖫𝖣 𝖡𝖴𝖱𝖭

𝒪𝓃ℯ

"You're so art decoo"  I sung along while cutting watermelons slices, my  favorite.

occasionally I  glanced out the window to the party that was being hosted by my two older twin sisters.

Dozens of young adults were jumping in and out the pool while blowing smoke out their mouths from colorful stick in which I was confused about. They didn't look like cigarettes.

There's nothing I wanted more than to go outside and be with them. I wanted to have fun too, have friends but unfortunately I don't think the day will ever come.

"Excuse me ma'am" one of the maids spoke from behind me.

"Yes?"

"Mr. Gonzalez would like to see you in his office immediately." She said with her head down.

"Uhm, of course I'm coming" I smiled weakly. What did my farther want that was so urgent?

I grabbed a piece of the watermelon I had already cut and headed straight toward my farther's room.

As far as my relationship with my farther, I would say it's okay. He didn't abuse any of us  but he was still distant, not very affectionate, and very strict at least toward me. Which kinda is understandable running the Mexican mafia and all.

As I stood infront the door my heart raced. he never usually needed something from me urgently and come to think of it I feel like today my mother has also been acting weird toward me.

My farther and sisters were always distant but my mother would talk to me much more and do things like bring me breakfast in bed or eat lunch with me.

Today she didn't do any of that.

As I opened my farther's office door I noticed him standing at the wall, his hands crossed behind him.

"What did you need farther?"

"Have a seat mora" he instructed.

I did as he said and sat on the black velvet chair placed in front his desk.

"Mora I want you to get married." He spat out without hesitation.

"WHAT!?" I almost shouted. What on earth was he talking about.

"Me and the Italian leader have agreed that you'll marry his eldest son"

"FARTHER ARE YOU SERIOUS!?" I was in fact angry now, even out my seat.

The Italian mob were the most powerful. We were close but they were different. Their gruesome reputation has gone back for years.

They were even famous to the outside world. Everyone thought they had "successful stock businesses", I would say that's partly true.

What's even crazier is that my farther and the Italian leader, Antonio Ramano were once good friends but they got into personal issues. So now they're only allies as far as business goes.