The Mafia Prince

Chapter 1They say that people hurt others because they have been hurt before themselves ." You're never going to find love . " Nora's mother spat at her .It was late evening but her mother had been sleeping for a while now , she had not at all expected her to waken . Nora and her twin sister Nova thought it was the perfect opportunity to put on television while she was asleep , a sweet romantic comedy started playing and they couldn't help but be mesmerized of how different the world outside looks . The large cities with huge buildings , the sky a beautiful bright blue laced with fluffy clouds . The streets were so clean , they would be willing to lie down on them if prompted to do so .What intrigued them most was the sight of delicious food outlets ; cafes , pizza huts and candy shops calling out to them." Do you think we'll ever be able to see these places ? " Nora had asked her sister excitedly . It's the first time that Nova had seen such

As few drops of blood splattered on the wooden floor , preceded by a cough .She was waiting for the banging shut of the front door ." I'm sorry . " Nova apologized profusely but there wasn't much time to get the plan into action , once she had received a sign that her sister was going to be alright - judging by her eyes full of strength - she decided to snoop around in Amanda's room .It had been a while , she had forgotten what the inside of the room looked like . Her mother really despised if anyone came in , including the twins . They didn't dare to bother her drunken nights in this room .Nova pushes through the messy floor , kicking aside bottles and holding her breath to endure the stench radiating from them . It didn't take l

"A few days" She whispers under her breath repetitively but in an assuring manner as she walks the clean roads of the town, silently devising ways to get out of the tough spot.She decided that calling her mother would yield no results, knowing that she couldn't possibly have this much money. If she did, would they really be stuck in that obsolete place with the bare minimum to survive? Many days went by with empty bellies because bottles were more important than a meal to her mother. She had to find another way.She takes out the phone that Nova had taken from their mother and opens up the search engine. It may seem childish but that is all that Nora could think of doing as the next step."How to make money" she types in innocently as she continues walking forward, not sparing a glance to the shops full of pretty clothes and food outlets that she had once been dying to see.A few results came up filled with bank loans and associated numbers

Back in his seat, Mateo attempts to erase what he had just seen, not only what he saw above, but also below. The deathly slim waist outlined by prominent ribs was etched into his brain. "Then you must be an undercover spy from the police, pretending to be a prostitute. I shall have you know that this is simply a religious cult."  Mateo doesn't even bother sounding serious, he states it as if it was a fact and reaches for his drawer to pull out a box of cigarette and a lighter. He lights it up and places it between his lips."My apologies." He brings out the cigarette, between his leather fingers and offers Nora a drag, which she politely refuses. She was all too familiar with the smell of cigarettes. Though Amanda would only smoke in her room and not outside, everytime the door opened, they were able to get a whiff of the strong scented cigarettes. They never liked how it smelled, assuming it would taste just as bad as it smelled. According to them, why in t

It was cold outside during the middle of the night, the wind blew harshly against the trees, causing the leaves to rattle endlessly. A few of them break off and huddle together on the ground at the root of the tree; where Marcos sat waiting with a silent shiver.'What have I gotten myself into?' He wonders as he brings out his phone and starts playing a video game to fill in the time.Hours passed.He had meant to arrive in the morning itself but he knew Mateo would have his head if he didn't immediately start focusing on his work. And so he waited and waited; until he saw a petite brown haired female pop out from the hospital's front doors...."We will begin the treatment." The surgeon glances at Nora emotionlessly. He was used to this in his line of speciality, as a super specialist heart surgeon many a times patients could not afford the treatment. What else could he do about it? He hadn't the means to pay the government himself, t