Hidden Away [Mafioso Book #2] (SAMPLE)

Chapter II: Bullet Wound

"Let's see how stealthy you are," Salvatore taunted at 1 a.m. at night.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Mom and dad are asleep," Her twin brother grinned as Serafina yawned sleepily, having been awoken to entertain her brother's whims. "Dad keeps a gun in his bedside table. You will sneak into the room and take the gun, and we'll go to the shooting range for a little practice,"

"At this time? In the dark?"

"It's in the basement, Reena. You should know that." He rolled his eyes in annoyance. "But if you think you don't have a good aim or are not light enough on your feet, then leave it, it will give people something to talk about."

Serafina hadn't even been to her new school for a week when Salvatore decided that he didn't like his school and was transferred to the Mafia one, people instantly recognising the two as they entered and instantly girls flocked around him and their allied Mafia families worshipping her brother since he was the heir to the Regnante Mafia.

Since they were in the same school once more, her brother would just randomly tell someone about something Serafina wasn't good at and instant gossip would spread.

Something, which he was threatening to do just now.

"At least I don't suck at breathed," She retorted, getting out of bed and jabbing at his asthma, enjoying the way the cocky smile fell off his face and a dark look washed over him.

"I get it," He shrugged, smirking. "If you think you can take your lack of capabilities out on me, then be my guest, at least I know how to defend myself,"

Pulling a face at him, Serafina pattered across the wooden flooring of her room and onto the marble of the foyer before slowly entering her parents' bedroom, closing the door soundlessly. The room was bathed in darkness, but having been in this room over a thousand times, she knew her way even in minimal lighting.

Arcangelo and Rosalie's steady breathing assured her that her parents were asleep as she maneuvered around the furniture, standing beside her father's side table, she crouched and opened the drawer, wincing at how loud it sounded.

The sound of the sheets ruffling had her freeze with her fingers coiled around the barrel, holding her breath and dreading having to explain the current situation if her father awoke.

Waiting for a second longer, she exhaled slowly before picking up the semi-automatic pistol, nearly gasping out loud at how heavy it was before pressing her lips into a thin line. Slowly getting to her feet, she closed the drawer and exiting the room, the gun in hand and the barrel pointed at the floor as she stepped out, exhaling heavily once the door closed behind her soundlessly.

Hearing her brother's chuckle, she looked up, rolling her eyes to see him leisurely leaning against the wall with his own gun in hand, twirling it in the air as if though it were a toy.

"If you shoot someone, it's on you," Serafina walked towards him as he pushed himself off the wall, standing 4 inches taller than her 5'7 height.

"The safety is on," He rolled his eyes in response.

"Is it though?"

Instantly her brother looked down at the gun in concern, Serafina stifling a laugh behind her hand as he glared at her.

"Got you to look, didn't I,"

"Bitch,"

"Jackass,"

Smirking at him, the twins bounded down the stairs, her brother ahead of her, until he jumped down onto the last landing and led her towards a door in the wall. A flight of stairs led them into the basement where they crossed numerous doors housing various facilities behind them before they arrived at their current destination: the shooting range.