My uncle was right, everything will change from now on, the Grecos, Mendoza, and the Oriente arms of the New York Families are no more. Though we weren't particularly friendly with the other two, it wasn't required for the business. The Greco’s however have always been closely allied with the Salvatores, it wasn’t because of that friendship that Julio was my father's right hand and his father before him, as capo it was my decision to choose my right hand, but for decades, that honor belonged to the Greco’s, until Julio fucked it up. With them gone, there is a gap, in the prominent families, and someone needs to take over for the business to run smoothly. As things settled, I just wanted some peace to be with my family, my children, I already missed so much. It was something I would never retreat, I kept them safe. I did what had to be done, even though it hadn't been my Knife in their throat or my orders. My actions lead to their deaths. And their deaths created a power vacuum, one
"This is a bad idea and you know it" I said to my best friends Chloe and Lydia. How I allowed them to convince me that this was a good idea is beyond me. "For the nth time you got to live a little" Chloe whispered. "Yeah right, we'll probably get skinned, not if, but when we get caught," I reply in an equally low tone. "People escape all the time Dee, no one's ever gotten caught, this route is the shit" That was Lydia. "Yeah, there's a first time for everything," I whispered back rolling my eyes. Chloe and Lydia are my best friends, we've been through hell and back together which mainly consists of studying for difficult exams and breaking curfews. But what we were about to do right now was legit crazy. Probably sounds like we're breaking out of prison or something, I know. This is crazy, I'm crazy for agreeing to this plan which is only going to get me in hot soup. We tiptoed quietly for the next few minutes. As crazy as it sounds Lydia thought it'd be a great
I think I'm drunk, am not sure, I've never been drunk before, I suddenly understand the word buzzed. I feel confident, like I can have the entire word at my feat. I've done like seven shots of different brands of alcohol, it's probably eight or ten I'm not sure, I stopped counting at three. "Oh my God you are so funny Dee." Chloe said laughing so hard at something I said. "Shall we have another round?" A girl asked Abby, I think. "Damn right, this one's on me, oh wait it's a party everything's free"" I said in a serious voice and the entire table burst out laughing so hard. "I think you've had enough Dee" Michael the Guy who's lap I was sitting on said, his arm holding me down as I attempt to stand up. "You think so?" I asked leaning my back on his chest. "Yeap, I need some air, wanna come with me?" He whispered in my ear. "Hmm" I agreed standing up and straightened my dress. He grabbed my hand and lead me outside. The main club was packed as we walked pass it. Peop
MY head hurts so so bad. I want to die. I'd just finished my math exam. My mouth still feels like I have a cotton but on my tongue."Why again did I agree to go partying a day before finals? "I asked myself as I walk back to my dorm. Lydia and Chloe already finished and submitted early, my guess? To go back to the dorms and sleep. It was my plan as well. And opening the door I guessed right, Lydia was lying halfway on her bed the lower part of her was on the floor. And Chloe?? I can't say, her neck was in a really awkward positi
*** I don't know how to feel as I see the familiar buildings that lead to my home, can't really call it that, I mean a home is somewhere you feel save and happy. Right? I should probably feel thrilled as we got closer. Aren't you supposed to feel boundless joy over going home and seeing members of your family again? Chloe and Lydia always talk about how they missed their family back at the academy.
I heard loud voices outside my room, someone was screaming like a banshee. I really don't want to know who it is. After the delicious lunch with mama, I went back to my room. Throughout lunch mother seemed out of it. Like she was sad about something. I told her stories about the academy and about Lydia and Chloe. When I asked what was making her distracted or sad, she smiled and covered it up. I just have a feeling it'd be something related to father. Was he cheating on her again? Or mistreating her. She wouldn'
Last night as I walked away from the living room, I told myself that I wouldn't cry and that it wasn't true, it couldn't be true. I told myself That I'd be strong. But as soon as I walked into my room and locked my door. The water works started coming. Loud sobs from deep inside me. Because I knew, I just knew that it was true. I was getting married and there's no two ways about it. So, I cried my heart out until my eyes closed and I slept off.
"Good morning, Beatrice" Carlos said and I am reminded of his presence. "Carlos, I didn't see you there" mother replied. "I should get going. You two have a nice day." He said as he stood up and walked out leaving his cup on the table no doubt expecting someone to get rid of it. "You wanted to talk honey?" I snapped my gaze back to mother. "Mmm. Yes" well where do I start. "Well, who is it?" I asked am not even sure I want to know anymore. "Who?" Mother asked feigning ignorance This time I shot her a glare. "I'm going to assume you mean your future husband" she said calmly. I was anything but calm He's not my future husband! I wanted to shout but decided to keep shut. "His name is Dominko Salvatore" mother said dropping the bomb. My heart jumped. I inhale, knowing his name doesn’t make me feel different. This still doesn’t feel real. "Hmm, Salvatore?" I thought out loud. That doesn't make any sense. Last night before I slept off, I tried to remember