Inheritance

This story contains action, romance, and real-life issues. For a mature audience only, strong language and mature content; views discretion is advised.
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Normal families, or even decent families give their kids money when they die, or their childhood home. I would've preferred the money over my gift. My family gave me good genes when I was born, so maybe a little consideration is deserved for that; thank you mother, thanks father, I hope you're comfortable as Satan's footstools.
A well-developed full functioning mafia was gifted to me. My father gifted me on his death bed, while my mother wasn't even lucky enough to say goodbye. I'm not going to hell too, so no! hell n-
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"I'm your temporary leader" I stand before my closest men, four of the sexiest, hottest, and intriguing men I've ever laid my eyes on. Their jaws drop at my bomb of a statement, but my bronze eyes stay on theirs. I have a feeling this'll be a damn bachelor show, and not the rose giving kind either.
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Will she walk the path her father intendent? Or will she carve her own path on a new dirt road?