Mob ties, wealth, prosperity. Those were the three things that circulated around Luciano; A wealthy businessman's life. Wealth, Mafia ties, and Murder were Kyrei's diversions.
Two cutthroat sociopaths trying to survive in the jungle-also know as th...
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"Hey! Play nice!"
An eager Kyrei urged to Rhyleigh, as the two lively eleven year olds ran around the back yard of the pastel blue house located at 225 Ocean Drive.
"I am playing nice, you need to slow down." Rhyleigh rolled her eyes, hunching over so that her hands were resting on her knee caps as she tried to catch her breath.
Neither of the girls knew the exact reason as to why their parents took trips so frequently—thankfully their innocence was still in tact.
Since babies, the two were thick as thieves. Their parents meshing them into one another, demanding a friendship between the two.
Luckily, they clicked.
"Slow down? If you can't keep up Rhy. Just say that." Kyrei huffed, dusting off her hands as she blew out another breath.
The two adolescents were racing one another in the spacious backyard of the pastel blue home Roman Paige owned, and rented out.
Rhyleigh stuck her tongue out at Kyrei, taunting her once she balanced herself out. In seconds, the pre-teens feet were up off of the floor, sprinting towards the glass sliding door of the home.
Her tiny frame slammed against the doors, making her cough. "Gotcha! I won that round."
The sudden noise alerted an agitated Luna, like the children; she was unaware as to why her husband felt the need to accompany Roman every time he spontaneously booked a trip to Miami.
Letting out a sigh, Luna stood up from the spare rooms' bed, unlocking and then sliding the doors, she frowned at the girls; ready to scold them.
"Cheater! You can't say you won if you cheated!" Kyrei finally caught up to Rhyleigh, extending a hand to help her off of the floor.
"¡Oye! ¡Siéntate en algún lugar y deja de correr!" Hey! Sit down somewhere and stop running!
Luna scolded the girls in Spanish, holding her finger towards the girls, causing them both to huff, and puff.
"Sorry mami." They both mumbled at the same time.
The two were one, families were so close that if one got scolded? So did the other.
Luna adjusted her ten thousand dollar NWT, Chanel Trench coat before eyeing the girls one last time, and then shutting the sliding doors.
