L8dyWaterton
Soldati. A petrifying, yet revered name. A name that causes silence to befall the most tumultuous crowd by simply being said aloud. A name all wished to have except the one who bore it. If only she could escape the responsibilities of being the Donna of all Dons and Donnas, but being a Soldati means invoking fear on others. It means holding all the power and wealth of the world, yet yearning for more. But what if she just wanted to give up the power and wealth to live a normal life? Is she ungrateful or born to break the chain?
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Amara Soldati was born into a dangerous life, trained to lead the Italian Mafia since infancy. This was her only purpose.She could drop three men in a heartbeat with nothing but her hands, crack the tightest security like it was child's play, and fire a weapon with deadly precision, never missing her mark. Amara knew her reputation preceded her, she knew no one was able to out perform her, even if she was bigger than her counterparts. But that didn't satisfy her, she felt like something was missing. Something she hadn't experienced since her father's death---love. Love created weakness, she knew first hand; however, her icy heart started to thaw from a certain man that exuded light and happiness, despite her objections. Despite her noticeable belly, that many whispered about, but never openly commented on in fear of her wrath. Will she allow him to weaken her or will she find a way to push the sunshine far away? Will she find purpose in her existence apart from the Mafia?