GANG GIRLS

Chapter 1

Khione Aurelia De Luca was not your average girl,  dawned with the brains and beauty passed down to her from her great family genes she is a vixen that is both feared and loved by the masses. Currently living in Sicily she is well known as the daughter of Gino De Luca, the C.E.O of DeLuca Enterprises also known as the world's largest distributor of weaponry and security. But of course, that is not the case for the underground, there she is known as "Snow" which is pretty ironic considering nothing about her is like snow apart from her cold personality towards enemies, she is the youngest heir to the DeLuca Mafia with hair as black as night and dark ebony eyes, she is the 5 times undefeated champion of the UnderGroundFight scenes in the whole of Sicily.

The other two heirs, twin sisters, Carson Vanya Lucero and Blais Darling Lucero are together with their parents in New York City handling the business while Khione and her father handle the mafia side of things in Sicily.  Carson and Blais are no exception to the amazing family genes, they are two of the prettiest girls in New York City according to various magazines and social media articles written about them, widely known as the "Ghost Twins" of New York they make it a point to consistently tease the paparazzi with their amazing disappearing tricks. It is always like a game of cat and mouse with them and they are infamous for being extremely hard to catch on camera, most pictures of them are usually taken off from their social media posts, having a following of nearly 1.2 million they are quite famous as the heiresses of DeLuca Enterprises.

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~ Sicily, Khione De Luca ~

I wake up to the smell of colazione cooking from the kitchen, the smell of lasagne and milkshakes wafts through the air of the mansion and I quickly get out of my princess style bed. Putting on my black silk robe and fluffy bunny slippers I walk towards my window and open my velvet curtains letting the light envelope into my bedroom. I bask in the light for a few seconds, enjoying the feel of the sun on my face then make my way over to my vanity mirror, I swiftly take my ink-black hair out of the bun and let it cascade all the way down my waist.

 I brush it until it returns to its normal pin-straight self, I stare at myself in the mirror. My dull ebony eyes stare back at me, I remember a time when my eyes resembled my mother's haunting raven ones, I used to think that if you stared into her eyes for long enough, you would lose yourself... She was absolutely beautiful. I still remember her vividly and I will never forgive myself for what happened that day 3 years ago. I start to get lost in my thoughts and only snap back to reality when I feel a stray tear fall from my eye, I shake the thoughts away and leave my room. 

I make my way into the kitchen making sure to greet good morning to everyone I passed in the halls, mostly the maids and higher ranked mafia personnel guarding our home. As I walk through the halls of the mansion I try my best to remember each and every detail, I don't want to forget it once I'm in New York. You see, I have lived in Sicily my whole life I have never been anywhere other than Sicily, my cousins usually visit my dad and I every summer and holiday but now I have to be the one to go to them since my dad said its time for me to properly learn about the business. I don't even know why I have to learn about the business seeing as my two older cousins will be the ones inheriting it while I inherit the Mafia, but dad says it will be good to know for the future and I can't really say no.

Sitting at the head of the table is my dad, wearing a tailor-made Giorgio Armani suit, adorned with his numerous tattoos that cover most of his body and a large scar on his left brow, his appearance alone causes most people to cower away, my mom was different.. She loved him more than anyone ever feared him, I wish I had a love story like them, they were so happy. It saddens me to see him without my mother but things happen and life is never always happy, everyone dies at some point, and being associated with the mafia makes dying a whole lot normal than it usually would be if you lived a normal and average life. I notice him whispering something to one of the guards and as soon as I make my appearance known he shoos him off with a wave of his hand, the guard nods and walks away back to his position by the window.