The lost Mexican-Italian mafia princess

Chapter 1 19 years later:

It's the year 2012 and I'm finally 19, thank god. I'm in my last months of senior year and I can't wait to finish highschool and get away from all these fake bitches here and go to college. I still can't help but think about my father every year on my birthday and if I have more family or siblings. My whole life it's always been just my mother and I and she told me it was for the best but never why. Growing up my mother was tough like the military, kind of tough and always taught me how to fight and use weapons, like what are we part of the mafia or something. She also taught me to speak multiple languages Italian, Spanish and Russian and some other languages but those three I was completely fluent in and obviously English.

Also I literally fucken hate this country like people are so fucken racist and a lot of white people think they're superior like HELLO you weren't even supposed to exist in the first place. Just watching how minorities, LGBTQ+, and People Of Color were treated made me happy that I wasn't born here but we lived here so kinda had to live with the fact that I wasn't very wanted here. I have smooth olive colored skin with long black hair and green eyes. My mother had dark brown skin with dark hair and eyes so I'm guessing I got my eyes from my Father.

My mother never talked about her past much or my family. She did tell me that my father was Italian so that makes me Mexican-Italin and fucken proud like both cultures are beautiful and the food is AMAZING LIKE TO DIE FOR. Today my mother promised me that we'd go out and celebrate my 19th birthday when I got home after my swimming practice.

In high school I wasn't very popular but I had a two boyfriends like I mean come one who wouldn't want to go out with me I'm hot but also very independent and headstrong and from what i've seen that hurts men's egos and their masculinity like shit if you can't take a women being hot and independent then don't date us. Sorry boys but women are taking over the world, deal with it. Today was supposed to be a good day but I had this pit in my stomach that something fucked up was going to happen and I was right.

After getting out of the pool and changing I saw that my mother had left me a voicemail which was odd because she hated voice mails. She preferred text messages or waiting for a call back. What was on that voicemail changed my life forever.

-Hii so this is the end of chapter 1. I know it's pretty short but I'll try to make the chapters longer as we go further into the story.