Aurora life took a major turn, pain and suffering only made her stronger.
Growing up with abusive parents, the only way she made it out alive was to become stronger. Working in the underground world she found out life had much more mysteries to it...
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I still don't like flying, I only did it once but going back on one wasn't for me. Instead of a public first-class plane, we arrive infornt of a jet and it was a sight for sore eyes.
"I knew mafia families were loaded, just how much money do we have?" I asked, curiosity filling my tone.
"We are comfortable," Silas said with a shrugged but the pure Italian loafers he was wearing plus the Armani suit was something different.
"So Eli is the only one near my age that graduated from this school and has some info on what I should except," I say taking a seat, the jet didnt take off yet but I already trapped myself in.
"The school is fine, we graduated a couple of years back but our names still are intact," His words rhyme set off a little music in my head but slowly brought myself back into the conversation.
"And because of that, im sure you can think of ways you can get away with things," Alexi wrapped his arm around my shoulder, with a sly grin.
"So if I was to skip all my classes and fight the teacher nothing would happen?" I asked, he turn his face away from me meeting everyone else with wide eyes I couldn't help to stifle a laugh.
"Why the hell would you fight the teacher?" Papa asked, a devious smile comes to my face.
"I wouldn't, I mean hypothetically speaking if I was to nothing would happen right," I go on, shooting up my eyebrows.
"Something will happen but, if you skip a class or start something with a student thats slightly okay but, something with a teacher they might just sue you," Silas shook his head opening up a newspaper.
I haven't seen one in so long I forgot they sell them, still, he had a smile danced across his lips almost pleasing to look at if he wasn't so intimidating.
I sighed in response, the jet started to take off my hand gripped the seat and my eyes flutter shut, I fucking hate flying.
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"Nice house," I watched men grabbedgrab the suitcases taking them inside the house, the flight has me lagging I couldn't process on the ride here.
I knew so little about the mafia world, no matter how intrigued I was kept away by Henry. I was lost looking at the house, but the cars pulled me in. The driveway was just as big as the house.
