Mafia's Angel

Mafia's Angel

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"Baba why don't du like wain?" I look at Beatrice her tiny hand in mine as we stand on the porch. The sound of the thunder in the distance and the gentle rain drops remind me of the dark days. The way my father would beat me, all the times I would stare outside my window watching the rain drops slide down the window pane, hoping the rain will stop so I can run from that horrid place, the way I would promise I would be better for my boys, for my wife, for my mafia, for me. So I ignore it, I pretend that everytime it rains, I'm fine and it's just another day but the truth is. I never got better, not really. Sure I'm happy but not healed. "Why do you want to know honeybee?" I ask trying to ignore the throbbing pain in my chest. "Cause you wook sad, I won't want du to be sad." I pick her up putting her on my side as she holds out the palm of her hand. Gentle rain drops falling. "Cause my dearest honeybee. Rain is sad and gloomy. No one likes rain." She looks at me her eyebrows furrowed. "But wain is nice." Why does this young girl like rain so much? Most kids are sad and whiney when it rains. Complaining about how they can't play outside but she loves rain, loves to play in it, loves to talk about it. What is her deal? "Well why do you like rain?" She looks at me a bright smile on her lips. "I wike the wain. Cause when it wains you tan look for rainbows and it's even better when it's dark tause du can look for stars." I watch as the golden sun peaks out from behind the dark grey storm clouds, bright golden rays shinning on her face. Small giggles coming from her. "And da prettiest tings are found in da dark." ~~~ (AN:) This is based in a Mafia run soceity. The levels of government are: World Leaders. Mafia. Higher class jobs. (Such as Doctors, Lawyers, Police force, etc) Then everyone else, the commners. Just a little note so you aren't completly lost.
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My name is Antonia and I am 16 years old. Until recently, my life was a hell that I didn't think I would ever get out of. My father... not only would he yell at me, but he would raise his hand without hesitation, whenever he had a reason - or even when he didn't. My mother? Just as guilty, but in a different way. Her words tore me apart worse than any blow. I lived for years believing that this was my life, that this was what I deserved. Then, one day, everything changed. A black car, strangers who knew my name, my story. They told me that these people - the ones who had destroyed me - weren't even my parents. My real family had been looking for me for years. Arthur and Teresa Rosetti, the leaders of a world I had only heard stories about, are my biological parents. And now I find myself here, in their midst. I have six siblings. Six strangers who, although they share my blood, seem inscrutable. Everyone is different. Some are strict, rigid, as if my every move is a test. Others seem gentler, but something in their eyes keeps me at a distance. And some are simply cold... and even harsh. They look at me with envy, as if they don't know what to do with me, as if I'm an extra problem they didn't want. And... my twin. Yes, my twin. It still seems hard to believe. I've always felt a void he couldn't explain, an absence that gnaws at me. Now that I'm here, next to him, that void has been filled. But they don't know me. They think I had an ordinary past, that I'm a simple girl, maybe just a little disoriented by change. They don't know what I've been through, they don't know about the wounds I hide under my long sleeves and forced smiles. My trauma is a secret, and the hell I went through is something I can't tell them yet. And me? I'm caught between the fear of opening up and the desire to understand them. I'm Antonia Rosetti, a girl trying to leave hell behind, but who still doesn't know how to live in the light. 1. #mafiadaughter 14.06.2025 🏆

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