15 years ago, Amelie Russo gave birth to twin girls. The first girls in over 3 generations of Russo children.
However, the mafia is a dangerous world full of dangerous people. After a kidnapping when the twins were 5, only one twin remained. This wa...
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"I will never fit in. That's one of my best qualities" -Unknown
~Recap~
"No. Absolutely not. Come on Lila! You just had a fucking panic attack! If you don't want to talk about it that's completely okay, but at least have some rest. I know you've probably not slept properly for the last couple of days and that panic attack would've taken a lot out of you, probably all you have left. So at least, please, for me, try to get some sleep. Or at least just rest your eyes." He pleads.
I think this over, and then notice how the world looks blurry and my mind is slow, fatigue quickly building up inside my body. "Okay." I say at last.
He sighs in relief. "Stay safe, yeah? And have a good sleep. I love you, bestie." He says gently.
"Love you too." I mumble, embarrassed at the rare form of affection I show only my closest (and only) friend.
I click the end call button, standing up slowly when the world seems to spin far too fast.
I shuffle towards the bed and collapse onto it, not even bothering to pull up the comforter.
My eyes close on instinct, as if sensing the warm, soft mattress.
And then there's nothing.
Just darkness.
Mind blank.
And I drift off to sleep...
...if only I knew the peace wouldn't last.
It never does.
~Now~ (Lila's POV)
"Lila"
"Lila sweetheart"
"Open your eyes"
"Lila come on wake up miele" (Translation: honey)
What the fuck is going on?
Oh my goodness I'm so tired it feels like I got hit by a truck.
My face is pressed firmly into the pillow, my stomach facing into the soft, pillowy mattress.
"Come on, sweetheart. You've gotta eat breakfast." A soothing voice says into my ear, gently stroking my hair.
