The City Of Love

The Italian mafia was made out of the four families. Surnames Moretti, Valentinti, Vinci, and De'Luca.

Twenty two year old Niccolò Vinci is next in line to be The Don of the four families. He is every bit of savage, vicious, and remorseless. There was no face to the name that brought fear across several different countries. He was almost a complete ghost. Three out of the four families were not pleased with him being the one next in line. At his young age they all deemed him childish, arrogant, and not ready to be in charge.

Enter nineteen year old Basira St'Clair who is every bit of witty, bubbly, and weird.

All she wanted was a fun summer trip to the 'City of Love' before her freshman year of college started. What happens when she gets herself stuck in a war between families?

"Now who sent you? I'm not going to ask again" He asked holding the gun to my head.

"Look dollface don't make him repeat it again; he hates to repeat himself" The other boy said.

"T-There has been some type of misunderstanding" I stammered putting my hands up.

I heard the gun click as I felt the cold metal push against my forehead. This was it- he was going to kill me.

*BANG*

Content/trigger warning: Contains mature themes, violence, and goro.