Elodie Sinclair, a 19 year old second year at the University of New York, who hasn't found her purpose in life yet, living in a small apartment. She always been someone who tends to keep to herself and rather stay inside the comfort of home and read...
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** Low Life by The Weeknd, Future **
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Potere.
(Translation: Power)
Power was all any man with common sense wanted. Something to use against someone. Power gave you reason to hold anything over a person head.
Anyone could break, anyone, but me. Never, I more self control than most of people that walk this dreadful earth.
I for one never thought a girl, would be the break of my self control. But oh boy was I wrong.
I could care less about anyone, let alone a woman. I only wanted two things in life; Power and my god awful excuse of a father to be dead.
God did that man make my blood boil.
I had never been more happy in my life when I was given thrown to my father's mafia.
It's all that man trained me for. He knew I was the heir that would be given throne to the mafia, from the day I was born.
He only cared that I could one day run his mafia, while doing so he threw my sister aside like she a piece of garbage.
Nobody hated my father more than my sister, and I don't blame her, he's a poor excuse of a man.
My sister Mia was two years younger, ofc my father only wanted sons, so when my dear sister Mia was born he could've not cared less for her.
He only wanted a heir for his mafia, and once he was given that he took and ran.
Of course, he trained me to be the ruthless, cold man. He said that emotions made you weak, which is why he belittled my sister so much.
He said love made you weak, and of course my poor mother was stuck with him.
She knew that he wasn't loyal, but she never had the courage to leave him, she was scared of what he was capable of. My father was a ruthless man, he didn't care for anyone but himself.
Some people call is selfish, but I call it cold hearted, that man had no love for my mother, but as for my mother she loved him too much to say anything.
She always took care of me and my sister, she was always there after my rough training days, because she knew how he was.
Alessio was more ruthless than any man that walked this earth, and he only created an even more ruthless man, me.
