― In which Santino D'Antonio falls in love with a girl and it changes his life.
Power and money is all that's ever mattered to the leader of the Camorra, Italy's biggest mob. But an alliance with the British crime syndicate will make his path cross...
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HER FEET burn as she's shoved out the doorway of the London Continental, her mother's grasp more than likely going to leave a bruise on her frail wrist. There's tears in her eyes as she tries not to stumble in her heels and tries keep her head high. She'd just gotten home merely hours ago. She'd just walked through the door when her mother lit into her about everything. Phoebe was red with anger and distrust as she yelled word after word after word that tore into her. There was a reason Pippa never called, but her mother would never understand and acts as if the whole world is against her.
Pippa feels small and vulnerable. Forced to change from clothes she felt comfortable in to what her mother wanted- and it always makes her feel like an object. The smile she'd had since the plane was wiped away and she had to go back to being the perfect daughter Phoebe wants (or trying to be).
It hit her then that her life in London wasn't what she thought it was. All the romanticizing and fun memories seem blotched now that she's felt what true happiness is like. It took time away from this place for her to see she'd been lying to herself for so long.
"Why won't you listen?" Pippa asks, huffing with tears in her eyes as she tries to get down the concrete stairs to the sidewalk. She's in pain. It's the damn shoes. They've always hurt but her mother loves the stupid aesthetic so she's always supposed to be in them.
"I don't want to hear it right now. You almost died and never gave me a call. And don't get me started on Mr. D'Antonio." Her mother is walking straight forward as if Pippa doesn't exist, yelling back with an iron clad grip on her still.
Pippa feels her stomach bubble with annoyance at the mention of Santino, mainly because she's formed such a protective opinion on him. Besides, her mother's only brought him up about a hundred times already, "blimey just tell me why you hate him so much!" she yells back.
"It's that whole family."
"Just tell me!"
A sleek black luxury car sits waiting, the concierge waiting with the doors open for them. He's looking at Pippa with saddened eyes as she's shoved into the backseat. The door is slammed as her mother gets in, now completely ignoring the prior conversation they just were having- which drives Pippa nuts and makes her chest heavy.
No words are spoken it's utterly silent. Silence that screams uncomfortableness. Pippa is sitting there with her arms crossed and a pout on her lips. She hates being dragged around like a rag doll, but she doesn't have the strength to stand up for herself to voice it normally-
Taking a deep she goes,
"Mum," her voice is meek and right after she regrets grabbing her mother's attention.
