The Diavolo's Heir

"I ragazzi sono semplicemente una distrazione per impedirti di vedere la tua luce."

"Boys are simply a distraction to keep you from seeing your light."

That's what my grandfather used to tell me every night, he tucked me into bed. That's all I can remember from him. That's all I see. I no longer see his face when I close my eyes. I just hear his voice. Deep down, I do believe he wanted to have a normal life. Without blood, guns, alcohol, and death. I wish I had that life. If it was a choice, hell yeah, I'd take it. Without questioning anyone's bullshit. Then again, you can't choose what you're born into. I guess that's the life of a Rossi.

I'm getting to ahead of myself, aren't I? Let's go back three days prior.

My name is Arabella Rossi, and I'm the second child of the famous Dryden Rossi." My father is the ONLY Heir to my grandfather. It's a pretty big title to own up too isn't it? Especially when your dad's known in all of North, West, South, and East New York. Yeah, yeah, I sound like a "liar," right? Well, I wish I was lying. But I'm not. My great-great-grandfather started this whole business. Then, over the years, they passed it down each generation until it got to my pa. Now I love my pa and all, but he can be a HANDFUL! "Arabella this," "Arabella that." It gets to a point.

I guess it's a lot working on a business all by yourself. Okay, it may not seem all that hard, but it's not a normal business. Well, definitely not the one you're thinking. My family's business simply runs on blood and death. No, like, really..

My family's business is what you call "Drug Associated." We make drugs, guns, and this special treat called "floralzia" its a secret shipment that helps make stone materialized bullets. It literally "stones" you. We make millions just off one shipment. Just imagine 50 shipments a day. Times that by three generations. Yeah, we're stupid rich.

Then there are people out there who want our business as their own. They actually tried making their own substance, but like literally noone liked it. It's quite embarrassing if you ask me myself. Do you know how many people my pa killed? Even my mom is a stone cold killer. Don't let her smile fool you. That's how she gets her victims. Trust me. Then there is my brother. Vance Rossi, the main shipment leader. His men are so cold they literally turn hot food into ICE!

Now I know what you guys are thinking. Wow, you're stupid. Okay, okay, I'm not going to be like this the whole time. In fact, three days from now, I turn into the diavolo my grandfather always wanted me to be. I wish I could've stayed this way, you know? But I guess it was for the better. Literally.

Now, before we get started, don't think this story is going to be anything romantic. I HATE men. I HATE love. And most importantly, I HATE him.