BOOK 2 OF THE "PROCLIVITY" SERIES
𝘊𝘈𝘕 𝘉𝘌 𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘋 𝘈𝘚 𝘈 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘈𝘓𝘖𝘕𝘌
𓆩𓆪 𓆩𓆪𓆩𓆪 𓆩𓆪𓆩𓆪𓆩𓆪
The daughter of the biggest kingpin of Spain; finds her heart sailing right into the hands of her family's rival, making...
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"You're actually smart." I deadpanned.
Marco laughed. "I didn't take you for the type to—"
"I didn't tell you about the greeks to make you proud. But to bring whatever this is, to an end."
The silence around us was deafening. As I once again sat in front of the man I abhorred, I decided it was enough, for things were definitely not how it seemed.
"What the fuck do you mean?"
Weak and powerless he was.
"What do you understand from this?"
"Amadio. Don't you fucking make me angry." His eyes were dark, void of any pride earlier.
My hands balled by my side.
"Did they actually kill Alejandro?"
The ginger man before me snarled, getting up from his seat, pacing his corner. I watched.
"You're telling me some bitch was able to break my years of practice on you?"
My nostrils flared but I kept my calm.
"Choose what you're saying, smartly. Don't utter irrelevant. I want an out of this. Whatever this is."
"They killed our capo, they killed millions of ours, they killed everyone. Zemen Acetta killed his own father you-you!........... The-They're dangerous."
"You forgot to mention how your capo assaulted Aera Acetta for years and how they managed to kill him off and free the people of Italy from human trafficking. Mind telling me about that, Marco?"
I finally succumbed to my thoughts and searched through Marco's lies.
He stiffened, slowly turning to me.
"I made the deal with the Greeks so you'll have something of yours because I can't deceive people for something they didn't even do. You lied to me all those years—"
"I did n—"
"I'm not done yet." The man infront of me as ever as I know him, was, raging like a bull, red in the face, matching his hair.
His hatred for me growing. I could see it. Him wishing why he hadn't killed me long ago.
"Get down."
I immediately hugged my body, my scarred hands wrapping around myself as I felt my heart drop.
"Boss is no more. You have to handle everything, Amadio. I can't, I don't want this life. But you, my boy. I'll shape you for this life."
"I-I don't want to either... Marco, please."
"You will. You will or Aldo dies."
And my training began for years. Eight harsh years.
