My Mafia Life

My name is Danielle and this is my story.

Now a day, I live in a nice apartment in NY with my soon to be fiancé, David Lee, in a somewhat quiet life comparing to the life I had since I was 17 years old.

David knows nothing about my past, I never talked about it. But today it's going to change.

Today, I am going to tell him everything about my very very rich past.

"David, come here please, I need to tell you something." I called him to the kitchen.

"Morning baby" he said and kissed my lips. "What is it?"

"Well, since it's Friday morning and we don't have work until Monday, I have decided that it's a good time I'll finally tell you, about my past."

"Your past? You mean other than just the fact that you were in Europe many years and you know a lot of very important and powerful people?"

"Yes. I decided that you are the most important person in my life, and I love you very much, and I trust you enough to be the first and only person I'm going to tell my story to."

"Wow, Danny you have no idea how much it means to me. Thank you." I smiled lightly and started.

"Everything that I'm going to tell you now is real. Every person I'm going to tell you about is real and I know them. If you would like to break up with me after I tell you everything, it will be expectable and you won't have to worry about anything or anyone. Ready?" he kissed my lips and nodded in approval I took a deep breath and started.

(The entire story Danielle will tell, wouldn't be with inverted commas, only the conversations.)

I was born and raised in the USA, and I didn't really like my family. My mom was drunken loon and my dad was never home leaving me to take care of her. So, when I was 17 I decided to run away when we were on a vacation in Greece. I saved up a big amount of money almost 6,000 $ and faked an I.D. and a passport to the name Danielle Bruce instead of Daniela Brown and changed my age to 18.

We were in Greece for a week; the day before we flew back home was the day I made a run for it. My suitcase was stuffed with everything that I needed and my duffel bag was packed with food.

In the middle of the night I left a letter for my parents telling them that I left and I don't want to be found.

I left the hotel took a cab to the cheapest motel in another city.

The next day I heard about my family looking desperately for me all over the country. They didn't find me.

I found a job as a waitress in some fancy hotel and there I met Dion.

Dion was a Greek 21 year old guy who worked in room service at the same hotel I did.

He was tall 6'0 , very tanned skin, with black spiky hair, chocolate brown eyes and a smile that can make your insides dance. He also had muscles on him so you could see he was working out.      

Dion became my first friend in Greece and the first friend in the journey of my life.     

 After 2 months of working together, I decided I needed to tell him what the fuck I was doing in Greece and what my plans were.

"Hey Dion, can I talk to you after work?" I asked when he was on his way to serve some room.

"Of course Danny, you know you can count on me." He said in his special accent and I heard he really meant it.

I smiled and kissed his cheek lightly. "Thanks" and went back to the hotel restaurant.

When we both finished our shifts we changed our clothes and started walking to the mall.