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ESMERALDA'S POV
However this w***e in front have me have slept with the boss of the Drakos Syndicate who was considered to be the god of the underworld in New York City that stretched all the way to Greece, he was respected, feared, and was known to be a man that could end nations if he felt like.
"That must be very good, I mean shining from all the f*****g I mean...when are you not shining" I sweetly said
Bethany stiffened at my words, but she immediately covered up the tension within her.
"I r-really d-don't know what you are s-saying." She stutters as she lowers her gaze to the oatmeal in front of her, avoiding my gaze, which meant she was lying.
"You don't do you?" I snide
"No!" She yelled as she looked up at me, but quickly covered her mouth.
"If you say so" I say flatly.
But my next question struck a nerve. "Is this an arranged married because you slept together or a probably because you can hump good?"
I was a nosy person, but I wanted to know the truth, If Leo really loved her, or if everythingwas arranged.
"What's with you interrogating our relationship? Why can't you back off and allow me to be happy?! Go back to that low-paying job you have, nobody missed you anyway when you were abroad!" She had lost her temper, spitting spiteful words at me, but I had grown numb to them.
"Really" I said drawing the words slowly, standing up from my seat, as I was towering over my older sister since she was sitting down.
"I really can't wait for the day Leoandros finds out the sample his marrying all this money to marry someone who half the men of the Syndicate have tasted...hmmm.You will have some explaining to do."
Bethany broke down, tears flood her eyes ,but I did not have any sympathy to show to people whonever once cared about me, or people who ruin my life.
" Oh please wipe your tears I'm just trying to be a good sister if I don't tell you the truth who will , Be a good girl" I joke as I leave the kitchen and head to my bedroom.
Everybody in the mafia knows that it's common for the married men in the mafia to take in a mistress, and to my luck, that wouldn't be my faith.
I entered my tiny room, the smallest in the house,a clear sign my parents forgot about me when they bought this two-story place.
I grabbed my suitcase, still packed with the stupid watch. I start to roll my bag, leaving the bed unarranged, since I'd been too busy crying into my pillowthe entire night.
I heard footsteps heading to Bethany because her loud sobs had woken everyone up.
Leaving my bedroom, I strode down the staircase, pastthe kitchen where my parents were comforting her. In the hallway, I put on my leather jacket and boots, when I was almost out the door my dad's thundering voice stopped me.
"Where do you think you're going without apologizing to your sister ? Show some respect in this household," he warned.
But I was an adult now, free to do what I wanted, andright then, I wanted to get the hell out of that house.
"Oh my I might come for the wedding, please don't expect me but do expect me when you find out what a w***e of a daughter you have...eh papa" I said with a largesmile, waving as I stepped out of the house.
I ran to my car, which was parked next to my household
The morning weather was perfect for a ride on my newly bought Honda.
I tied my blonde hair into a messy bun, put my car in ignition, a sound I loved, even if it woke the neighbors in the gated community.
My dad ran outside in his morning robe, cursing at me in Italian, his native language reserved for his angriest moments.
He was furious, partly because he had no idea I took driving lessons and gotten a license. To him, a woman riding a car was acceptable if only her husband approves
I gave him the middle finger as I drove off, heading towards nowhere I left my mind take me.
I need rest.
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