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I was born for the mafia life.
No I actually I was born to be the heir of the mafia family. La famiglia is one of the most prestigiouse, rich and powerful families in the U.S and Italy. My grandfather Aro maximo Vinci built the organization from the ground up. He came from a small village in Italy called Africo. His family, being very poor, was unable to keep food on the table. Grandfather took matters in his own hands. He joined the mafia after learning the ways of the crime world, making connections, and growing in rank. He decided it was time for the boss, Marcus, to step down and he be made head of the organization.
Grandfather slit his throat and displayed his head so everyone knew the who was now in control.
My grandfather thrived and ruled off the fear of others; it's how we became rich. Many men followed, loving the riches that came with being part of the Vinci family. Once my grandfather took control over Italy he decided he needed to branch out; he needed more to control, and what better way than to come to America. When grandfather arrived to American he saw how easy it was to gain that control: bribe a judge here, have a couple senators on payroll there, blackmail a mayor or two, have police chiefs in your ringer, own a couple of cops, invest in a couple D.E.A and always have a couple of lawyers on retainer. America was a piece of cake.
My grandfather set his base in Chicago. He bought multiple properties, well several, single-handedly owning half of the city. He met my grandmother in Chicago, Sofia luna Bellucci. My grandfather always said when he met her he knew he met his match. "Crazy Spitfire" he would always say. She was apparently the only person in Chicago who didn't give a fuck who he was, and she didn't hold her tongue when she spoke to him. She rejected him when he asked her out on date said "he would have to work for it" and she, "didn't care how rich and powerful he was." Work for it, he did. My grandmother would say my grandfather showered her with gifts everyday: flowers, diamonds, cars anything that he could, just for a date. She would always send it back. One day my grandfather got fed up and so frustrated after she returned some diamond earrings worth $20,000 that he showed up to her apartment kissed her senseless and told her to marry him.
They got married the next month. And 10 months later my father Charles Giovani Vinci was born. The apple definitely fell close toy the tree with him. He was my grandfather's pride and joy. When my grandfather decided to retire, he happily passed along the title to his son. My father was a quiet but powerful man. He had an aura about himself that screamed "don't fuck around." It didn't take long for people to respect him as the Boss. He ruled with an iron fist. I've watched as grown men cower in fear of his mere presence.
I've only seen my father show emotions around one person and that would be my mother.
Caelia Rosa Mancini. She was the daughter of Italian mob boss working under my father. They met while at party celebrating my father's birthday. It was said that my mother boldly walked up to my father with a huge smile on her face and told him she had been waiting on him and demanded that he dance with her. People were shocked when my father, the 6'2 imposing mob boss, followed my 5'3 mother with no hesitation.
Two weeks later my mother was pregnant and married.
I was born Izabella Marie Lucia Vinci. I was the sole heir of Charles and Caelia. My mother died giving birth to me. Complication during the birth rendered her sick and she bled out in the night. My father was devastated. They quiet man becoming more silent and ruthless living in the sorrow of losing his wife and true love. He hired Renee, my nanny, shortly after my mother's death. She was a young and nice lady. She would take care of me and treat me like her child. She couldn't have children of her own so she treated me very good. She always seemed to smile, even at my father who seems to barely glance her way. I learned later on in life that my father seemed to notice her more than I thought.
When I reached age 5 my training began. Toys became weapons, playtime became a test of endurance. By the time I was 7 I could shoot any weapon and utilize most knives. I was fluent in 5 languages by age 9 and at age 10 I made my first drug trade. I killed my first man at age 11. The man tried to kidnapped me to extort my family. I shot him in the head before he realized. By 12, I carried out my first mission to help take care of some rat in the family's men who decided to go rouge and betray our family. I made them watch their families burn to death and then used them as target practice. By the time I was 17 I was full bodied killer and the underboss of the family business. I had just as much respect as my father. People feared me.
Well except one person
That insufferable bastard Edward Cullen has been a thorn in my side since we met at the party. I knew who he was when I laid eyes on him. Among the masses of people that night, that man was a sight to see. Standing tall at a whopping 6'3 he stood there looking as bored as I. Those memorizing green eyes scanning the room; he wore a pale gray suit, decked out to the nines. His dark hair was slicked back and his face had a slight five o'clock shadow. He looked lickable. If only he didn't open his mouth he might of gotten lucky instead on stabbed in the ass.
I should of stabbed him In the dick
I sigh as I snapped out my reminiscing of the past. Because of that beautiful asshole I just lost 4 million dollars of fucking product and my father is now pissed at me. It's not like I blew up the fucking warehouse. That jackass did. So now we are currently on the way to meet the Cullen family for dinner. Apparently my father and Edward's father decided it was time to end our little "feud". I rolled my eyes
Whatever
Edward's family is the one of the most powerful families in the U.S. and Ireland. They came to America for control like my grandfather but instead of Chicago, they chose New York as their base. While I wouldn't say our families are rivals, I would say there has been tension between the two as we both battle for power over the states.
I glance out the window to see that we've arrived. Our driver Paul opened the door while giving me a wink and caused me to roll my eyes. You have sex with a guy one time suddenly he's in love.
We're making our way to the entrance of the Cullen manor, my father accompanied by Renee and I followed behind them. I'm dressed in a deep red spaghetti strapped dress that stops at my ankle and has a split on right side that stops on my thigh, paired with my nude Christian Louboutin. My hair style in half up half down due. My father rings the doorbell and a butler opens it. He directs us towards the living room where the Cullen's are located. When we enter the room you could feel the tension. In an effort to make peace, Mrs. Cullen grabs her husband's hand and walks over to greet us
"fáilte, so glad you guys could join us this evening," she says smiling. Her husband Carlisle stood beside emotionless but nodded in agreement.
Charles, as stoic as ever, nodded as well while Renee offered her a small smile, seemingly uncomfortable in the tense atmosphere. Esme either ignored the tension or didn't care because she started talking as if this wasn't awkward.
I look around the room admiring the beautiful home. I see no Edward around, which is slightly surprising. I turn just as Esme began speaking to me.
"oh you must be the lovely Izabella I've heard about," she said as she gazes at me with appraising eyes. She must have been content with what she saw because her gaze softened and she relaxed a bit.
"Yes that would be me, " I reply "It's a pleasure to meet you both." I shake both of their hands firmly. Carlisle seemed to find me amusing as I look him directly in his eyes
"my son is quite taking with you" he said with a small smirk. I was about to ask what he meant by that but a maid came over with a tray of champagne. I sipped from my flute as I glanced around room admiring the artwork and photos. I faintly hear Esme ask my father and Renee for a tour of the house and the four of us make they way out of the living room.
I stood in front of a family portrait. It looks sort of recent. In the photo, Esme sat in a chair in the middle of the room smiling, Carlisle stands to her left looking emotionless. To the right there was a woman with long blonde hair and baby blue eyes. She looked like living Barbie doll.
Must be their daughter. She looks like a exact replica of Carlisle
Standing behind the chair, in all his glory, stood Edward his dark grey eyes slight cold but held a slight smirk on his face.
He can't even take a picture without being cocky.
I stood admiring the picture for few minutes before my skin started to tingle and the hairs on my body started to rise. I knew who it was without even turning around. I slowly turned around to see the devil himself standing slightly at the door watching me like a hawk. His eyes slowly traveled the length of my body seemingly memorizing each and every part. When he finally raised his eyes back to mine. Those gray eyes dark with lust and many sinful promises.
I shivered from intensity..
A wicked smirk appeared on his face..
"Hello Amore"
Shit I'm in trouble
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