Everyone wants to be someone in this world, but i want to be a mafia queen i want men to crumble under me.
They say you only get 1 true love suppose that's not true, but suppose I killed to many persons, seen to much people die in my hands.
To want...
Here i am once again, looking up the top mafias. I know i shouldn't but there is just something about a handsome sexy man holding gun that gets me heated....i know I'm sick, am only 17 and i probably know more about the mafia than a person should. Am a normal kid with an unhealthy obsession with the mafia, i shut down my computer out of frustration because all google is giving me is old guys for the millionth time of me searching for sexy mafia bosses.
i lay down on my back just thinking, what if i was that bad ass mafia girl that nobody would cross and guys would fall that my feet.
'ROXANN!' my mother called out.
i got up out of bed and walked down stairs thinking to myself i cant wait until i get to move out, and become a mafia boll. But i laughed at myself i actually think am going crazy, i reached into the kitchen where my mom was cooking
'yes mom' i said waiting for a reply
'there is a package that came for you' she said looking at me curiously
'ohh thanks' i said in a hurry grabbing that package and run upstairs so my mom doesn't question me.
as i got into my bedroom i locked my door and instantly started opening the package on my bed and in it had things that made my legs go weak by just looking.
they were the knifes i ordered a week ago.
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my hands are itching to touch them, i instantly pick up the one in the middle. holding it up side down in my hand, my eyes inspect the knife.
it looks beautiful, i took my finger and trailed it on the sharp part of the bald instantly i pull back my finger looking at the blood.
i smile not because am hurt but because, the knife is not only beautiful but could do some serious damage
