BOOK ONE OF THE SINS OF THE SYND SERIES:
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After the unexpected passing of Giuseppe Romano, the Italian Mafia Don, his oldest son Sebastian Romano is thrust into the leadership role of the mafia despite his desire to have nothing to do...
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I could see straight through her silly little lies, she cant fool me. She may have been able to convince Sebastian that she came through the backdoor. But the stupid girl forgot we have security cameras dotted all around the house and every possible angle. And the fact she decided to agree to my lie I just new she was lying. But the big question is why. Why would she lie about the way she got into the house? And where she had been for most of the day? It isn't like her to be secretive and lie. Which makes me have some very concerned older protective thoughts.
From the moment she randomly walked into the kitchen from upstairs when none of us thought she was home. I could instantly tell something is just off about her. And the way she just picked at her food, and barely eat anything I new her mind was somewhere else. I just hope everything is alright and she not doing any stupid shit that will get her into any trouble.
As soon as dinner came to an end I looked towards Aurora and mouthed 'follow me'. And I nodded my head towards the dining room door. Signaling for her to follow me to which she nodded her head in agreement.
I pushed back in my chair, so I was now standing and made my way to the exit. Just be before I made it to the arch way I slowly turned around to check she was going to following me.
I quickly thanked Laura for the lovely roast dinner and chocolate cake she had prepared for us and then made why way to my room. With Aurora following behind me
We walked in complete silence not really knowing what to say to one another. I could tell she was deep in thought. Probably coming up with some other excuse that she thinks I will believe. Which is very unlikely.
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I led Aurora into my room, closing the door softly behind us. The room was dimly lit by the evening light filtering through the curtains, casting long shadows across the floor. I motioned for her to sit on the edge of the bed while I leaned against the dresser, crossing my arms and studying her face intently. She looked down, avoiding my gaze, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her shirt.
"Aurora," I began, my voice steady but filled with concern, "what's going on? You've been acting strange all day. You lied about where you were, and now you're barely eating. This isn't like you."
She sighed deeply, still not meeting my eyes. "I... I can't tell you," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "It's complicated."
"Complicated how?" I pressed, trying to keep my frustration in check. "We're family. You can tell me anything. I'm worried about you."
She finally looked up, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "It's not that simple. If I tell you, you might judge me."
She then looked down at her hands that rested on her lap. With a sad expression on her face.
