𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 (𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝-𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞)
Step into the life of Jhanvi Rathore, a bright and ambitious Indian teenager who excels academically. Despite her impressive achievements, Jhanv...
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I went home that day, the familiar weight of my backpack resting against my shoulders. As I settled into my routine, I finished my homework and, feeling satisfied with my diligence, went to sleep. Nothing more, nothing less. The night slipped by unnoticed, and I woke up the next day to the sound of birds chirping and sunlight streaming through my window.
I got dressed in my usual jeans and a t-shirt, and with some reluctance, I made my way downstairs to the kitchen. To my surprise, everyone was already gathered around the table, a rare sight of family unity. They sat there, exchanging hushed conversations until they noticed my presence.
"We need to talk," Luciano started, his tone serious. That's never a good thing.
"What's up?" I asked casually, trying to keep my composure despite a knot of anxiety forming in my stomach.
"We were told that your friend group is, well..." Damiano, or Dad as I usually called him, began. My heart raced, wondering what he had heard.
"What?" I prompted, curious but slightly apprehensive.
"They are the children of families involved in stuff. Shady stuff," Kai chimed in cheerfully, as if discussing what we might have for breakfast.
"Okay?" I acknowledged, my curiosity piqued.
"They are our allies, so while it's a good thing you made friends with the right people—" Alessandro began, but before he could finish, I cut him off.
"Allies? Wait a minute, what exactly is it that you do?" I asked, the pieces starting to fit together in my mind.
"Sorry," Alessandro said sheepishly, glancing at the others. But what was he apologizing for?
"We are, well, involved in shady stuff too," Enzo sighed, the weight of his words hanging in the air.
"What kind of shady stuff?" I pressed, needing more clarity.
"Nothing too good," Evangeline said, pursing her lips together as if trying to hold back the details.
"Let me rephrase that: what is it that you do exactly?" I put my hands on my waist, standing tall despite the uncertainty swirling around me.
"We are—well, there's no easy way to say this," Dad started again, his gaze shifting uneasily.
"The Mafia, the big scary Italian Mafia," Kade cut in coldly, his voice dripping with a seriousness that sent shivers down my spine. Too coldly for my liking.
"So what, drugs and all?" I asked, trying to process the magnitude of the revelation.
"How are you so chill about this?" Alex, as everyone called Alessandro, raised his eyebrows in disbelief.
"I've read too many Wattpad books about this. Too many," I sighed, trying to lighten the mood despite the storm raging in my mind.
"That's one way to go about it," Evangeline, my stepmother, said in her usual sweet manner, though the smile on her face didn't quite reach her eyes.
