Vixen Consoli let herself take off 4 years from the family business so she could experience life outside the mob. Knowing when she comes back home, she will be in charge while her brother River handles affairs in Italy. She set rules up for herself...
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~Vixen~
I should give you a little of my backstory. I was born and raised into the Mafia, along with my brother River.
My grandparents immigrated from Italy back in the '60s and have been the head of the mob here in New York since then. Once my father took over, they left back to continue their business in Italy. It was always said River and I will be in charge of both mobs one day.
I have been training since I could walk in combat, tactical skills, and weaponry. My father wanted his children trained and ready for anything.
When my parents died, River was forced to take over as Don of the Mafia at the young age of 15. He had the entire Mafia on his shoulders and yet he had to take care of his kid sister.
He became my whole world— and I his. We always have each other backs. Living in the corrupt life that we do, we value loyalty more than anything.
My brother let me have a semi-normal life. I had more freedom than anyone and could do as I pleased. He let me hang out with friends and socialize outside of the mob. As long as at the end of the day I understood where my priorities lie—the Mafia.
I don't do drugs, I could care less for the stuff. Although I did deal them a whole lot back in high school— I never touched the stuff. I have priorities and I need to be sharp and clean. Except for alcohol, I fucking love the buzz of it.
River let me go off to the West coast to UCLA and live a normal college experience. I decided to get my business degree, ironically because ill be running our family business soon.
What else would I major in? History...Art...Psychology? HA. Yeah right. I don't need to psychoanalyze myself every day.
I think growing up in a lifestyle like mine, it comes with being unstable. I have a temper, and I don't care to control it if I don't need to. River always said that it was my best quality. When I want to, I can let my temper go off and I can do some fucked up thing.
I remember our combat training, how I'd let go of my anger and channel it into fighting; I did some serious damage to some people. I've broken a few bones and almost killed someone with it when I couldn't stop.
Some would call me crazy and I know it, I don't even deny it to myself anymore but call it to my face and I promise you'll regret it.
My innocence has been stripped since birth. Growing up in a major Mafia Gang family would do that to you. I am not some delicate flower, who needs to be shielded--I've already seen all the bad and ugly.
Elliot is-was my brothers' second-hand man. He was forced to come along with me to watch over me like a freaking child. I fought River on it, but he said this is the only way he would allow me to go.
I just feel sorry for Ell, He lives for the gang life. Being demoted to babysitter probably wasn't what he had in mind for himself, but he is like a brother to me--and I know he would do anything to protect me. I'm glad he was the one to come with me on my little life experience.
He was also here to remind me not to slack off in my fighting skills. Anyone can pick up a gun or knife and use it to defend themselves but to be physically prepared is always better.
"Awe poor Ellie, ego hurt because I beat you this last round?" I mocked with a laugh.
"You only won because I hurt my leg flipping you in the first round," he snorts.
"Whatever helps you sleep at night Ell," I winked. Turning around I started heading out of the rink.
"That's it for today, I'm drained. I have finals to study for."
"I don't get why your fussing over them. You'll pass either way." Elliot said as he climbed out of the rink after me.
"That's not the point and you know it. I wanted the real deal experience, well studying and worrying about shit like this is part of it."
"I get that, but don't you want to take this time you have left and enjoy it?" He grabbed my hands, trying to catch my gaze.
He is a really handsome man, He is tall standing at 6'5, and is built. Not bulky kind of muscle, more like he has the body of a man you fantasize what he could do to you with it.
He has sandy brown tousled hair and piercing hazel-green eyes. His big arm is sleeved with tattoos down it. When I was younger, I had a huge crush on him, but I knew better than getting involved with anyone in the gang.
My brother probably would have killed him in an instant if he caught him looking at me in a non-sisterly way anyways.
"I AM enjoying this. Stressing over finals and what I am going to wear to graduation--are all things I will never be able to do again. After finals we can all go to celebrate and enjoy our last days of freedom together."
As I look into his eyes, I can see worry creeping back into them. He is worried about me going back home and taking over the business.
When I got to the gym, River had just called and updated him on the Luna brothers' situation. I could feel the anger radiating through his body and when he saw me, his eyes gave it away. He was worried about what is to come if the situation isn't handled.
We've grown really close the last four years. Over the years we let our guards slip and shared many drunken kisses, make-outs and even a sloppy handjob. But always stopped before things evolved.
We both knew for the sake of our friendship; we should never let it go any further. We agreed to strictly keep our relationship platonic because we care too much about each other to ruin what we have.
"Okay, how about we go get some grub. That was a brutal workout." He laughs. Although I know its more of a forced laugh, I smile and nod 'yes' at him.
A/N: Most of these first chapters are written to try to paint a pictureof the back story. I promise to have it all tie together later. Xoxo
