The Mafias Daughter.

The Mafias Daughter.

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Ashlia is a sixteen year old badass. When she was one week old her parents sent her to their most trusted friends to be trained and kept away from danger. Her parents and older brothers would go see her once in a while, but when she turned ten they stopped. - "Ashlia please behave while your family's here." Felix said as he walked into my room. "You and Preston are my family." I snapped back as I got out of my bed and walked into my closet. "Your mom, dad, and brothers are all your family. Preston and I are also your family. I know how you feel about them, but they really do care about you no matter what you think." He said and walked out my room closing the door as he goes. They may be my family by blood, but I don't claim them.
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Many of you guys know my parents. Ashely and Jared Taylor. Yes, the famous Ashely and Jared Taylor. My dad took over my nonno's (grandpa in Italian) business. The Mob business. The only thing I've ever know. They try to give me a normal life. They send me to high school (the same one they went to), I have friends (or one best friend who's been more like a sister to me), and the captain of the cheerleading team. Then they new kid comes into school. (Don't get me wrong being new is fine. That's how my mom and my real dad met.) He screamed danger. That's why I felt drawn to him. My mom always told me I loved dangerous things. I did. It gave me a rush. I party, I drink, I ride a kick ass motorcycle because I love the feeling I get. The rush of adrenaline. That's what I felt when I was around Dante. I felt alive. I felt like I was on a permanent high. What happens when I find out that he's too dangerous? That what I've gotten myself into is way over my head? That nothing we can do is going to stop the century long war that's been going on. Will I fall in love with the boy across enemy lines?

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