𝕊𝕡𝕚𝕖𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕠

"My scars aren't the secret ranuncolo, I am . The secrets aren't a part of me.. they are me. I am the secret" I spoke only loud enough for Silas to hear over the events music .

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"You really live up to your last name Ms. Capone. Although I believe such a beautiful woman should let loose , let yourself feel for once"

"I haven't come here to 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 anything Mr. Ricci. You needed help , and I'm here helping" I turned on my heel letting the decapitated head fall to the concrete. "What is it you'd like me to feel Silas , your dick?"

A laugh so loud and unfortunately cold , echoed off the walls as Mr. Ricci tilted his head back to express his humor. Looking me in my eyes and stepping closer to me he spoke "Although the offer sounds oh so sweet; I'm going to have to save that offer for later. Maybe as soon as you stop denying what we could have. Cazzo , you know what I want!"
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When Astraea Capone's father , Astrid Capone the retired right hand man for the Ricci mafia family, informs her of an old friend needing help she never expects the outcome of it all. When Astraea believes she isn't afraid of anything other than losing her father, what happens when love comes into play?

A mafia boss and a well known assassin could the outcome be good? Or will it break them and everyone around them? Two broken souls do two wrongs make a right? Can two wrongs make a right? A fairy tale ending or the beginning of death? Maybe even both.