My Mafia Boys

My Mafia Boys

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I'm Kelsi Rodriguez, and I'm 17 years old. I dance Hip-Hop and I also box. I used to get bullied by the kids at my school until I made them all scared of me. I get beat by my Father while my Mother watched. I secretly met with my neighbor when my parents weren't home. He knows about everything and he's helped me get out of there. When I went to my new home, the last thing I expected was to find out that Kyle, Jace, Adam, Aiden, Jose and Lillie were all part of a mafia. The only thing that had me scared for my life was when they killed someone right in front of me. My question is will I be able to survive the new life I was brought into? Or will it destroy me?
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