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“The moment she said, ‘I do’,” Nico continues, “She sealed your fate. Congratulations, Angel.
You’re a Mafia princess. Welcome to the family. There’s no escape for you.”
Her face is deathly pale, and I reach back to lay a comforting hand on her knee. She flinches at my touch, and I want to punch Nico in the face for his insensitive ways.
“But I’m of legal age. I don’t have to do anything.”
I sigh and give her knee a squeeze. She’s going to learn. In order to survive, she has to.
“The only thing your age means is that you’re ready to be married, Angel. Your life, as you know it, is over. You are going to be protected and paraded around until my father can marry you off to whoever presents the best advantage for the family. That is your only purpose. Accept it, or don’t. There’s no escaping it.”
9
Christina
My life is officially a shitshow. I never would have imagined a reality where I'm waking up in a Mafia mansion because my mother married a mobster, I could be used as a pawn for marriage, and to top it all off, I have a disturbingly complicated… relationship with my new stepbrothers.
At least I have my routine. It’s a stupid little thing, but I’ve always been an orderly person and predictable rituals give me peace. This routine dates back to my middle school years.
During the week, I wake up at six, do my makeup, and have enough time to eat breakfast before heading off to class.
My freedom is important to me and just because I’m now living in a mansion bought with blood money, doesn’t mean who I am, what I do, and most importantly – what I stand for, is going to change.
I refuse to let it.
Guilt and anxiety gnaw at me as I pad my way over to the bathroom, testing the lock. The bathroom is shared between the two connecting rooms.
Lucky for me, neither of them seem to be early risers.
I rub my eyes and try not to think about yesterday.
I’m honestly surprised I woke up feeling as good as I do. Nico said a lot of things yesterday and he was acting exceptionally weird.
I have no idea if he was telling me the truth or not, but when I compare what he told me with the way Albert was acting, introducing me to all those men after church?
A shudder makes its way down my spine. I can’t believe my mother would let that happen.
I wish I could talk to her and find out if she knew who Albert was before she married him and more importantly, if she understood what it would mean for me.
Until I have evidence otherwise, I have to believe that my mother married for love. All of this has happened so quickly. Yesterday, I demanded Nico bring us home and threatened to be sick in his car if he didn’t.
When he begrudgingly pulled into the drive, I leaped out of the car and ran upstairs to my room to hide out.
I’ve been up here ever since.
No lunch. No dinner. No talks with my mother. I have no idea what Nico and Enzo told my mom and Albert about why I wasn’t with them, and I don’t care. All that matters is that everyone left me alone.
It was too much information for me to process. I think my brain was about to overload anyway.
I turn on the light in the bathroom and squint at the haggard looking reflection in the mirror.
I look pale and exhausted. Just great.
I twist the lock closed and check it – relieved that it appears strong. The last thing I need is one of them walking in from their adjoining door.
A part of me would rather not see either of them ever again. But I don’t think I’m going to get that lucky.
I pull out my makeup bag from the single drawer they’ve cleaned out for me. I grab my foundation and begin my routine.
