I live with the mafia. Yes, a seventeen year old lives with the mafia. That would be because it's my family. The Italian mafia of course. We live in the lovely place of New York City. My father is the head of the Italian mafia, and my mother the queen. You have the usual dangers and murders, but mum and dad try to shield us from them. Doesn't mean I haven't seen a murder though. I saw two men being murdered. Twelve years old and I was taken hostage. They killed them before my eyes.
Now the dangers. When I was six we where on the run, and in hiding for half a year. At two and ten I was sent of to live with my parent's friends; Carlisle and Esme. They are apparently my godparents, as well as my siblings; Emmett and Alice. At thirteen we where sent to them again. Fifteen put us on the run again. This would be the life of the mafia. Dangerous. But I love it.
I speak fluent Italian and Spanish, thanks to my parents. I have been crammed with maths, science, English and the arts till I explode. But this helps when on the run. I live in a mansion, with half my family in the surrounding neighbourhood. I have also learnt the tricks of the trade. Then you get the adrenaline rushes when you practise with the guns, or something goes wrong. The sheer thrill is not for the light hearted.
But I guess that would be my life. A life with the mafia.
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Want me to continue? I just need about three reviews. Five would be great. Suggestions welcome.