KAANADAN SALVATOREAt the moment...The last call confirmed. The Russian mafia arrived in Washington sooner than we expected.I got up from the table, massaging my forehead as I thought of what to do. Santiago made it clear that attacking early on would be like adding fuel to the fire. Then I would have to leave. They would attack as soon as they saw me, and I cannot stand by while the organization is threatened.At dawn I made the decision: We will go to Greece.The organization itself already has a large territory in places abroad, but Greece is the most reliable to go to in cases of protection. I have more part there than any other mafia has in the same country.I got home, seeing the men on guard all attentive. I went up the stairs and walked towards the bedroom, seeing Celeste sleeping. She was serene, looking at her it's almost impossible to imagine that she looks like a wild animal in a cage. Looking at her is almost the same thing as seeing her in my dreams, with that same

KAANADAN SALVATOREShit! The last thing that had to happen was for Celeste to see that death, if it repulsed me before…now then. But I couldn't help it, honestly it's my job to act like that, and I don't regret having acted that way. It was them or me, and in this case, them.The car stopped in front of the port, where the cruise that serves as the organization's floating casino is located. I opened the door and got out, fixing my suit as I headed towards the cruise. I entered quickly, going straight to the second floor, where my office is. Everyone around was looking at me, but I ignored it. My day was already being too stressful.That's because it barely started.I entered the room and saw Fiore get up.- Boss. - The same says and I sit, directing myself and then sitting in my chair.“We can't stand still, Fiore. - I say nervously. At that moment, the oldest already understands the reason. - How does Santiago think it's better for me to stay with my arms crossed when my territo

We barely arrived in Washington and Kaanadan got a call that my father would be waiting for us. Kaanadan explained to me that everything would be at his house, and that my father is already waiting for us inside. Which didn't help keep me calm.On every trip, I found myself praying that the consequences of my attempt to escape would not turn to Celina, who had barely begun the process of getting into college and because of me, she might not even be able to continue. Yes, I was wrong to hide the real reason Dad let her take the selective exam, the real reason he released her to do a graduation and not get married early because of something related to the mafia. Her real motive is following a different path than the rest of us without even having to hide it from the majority. But depending on the situation... she might find out.I get that out of my head the moment the car pulls up in front of the building. I get out of the car quickly, hesitating to move forward when I see my father'

Marga surprised me as a person. I don't think I've ever seen anyone who doesn't play by the rules — making me an exception, of course. The redhead is the personification of a false Lady, being elegant, polite and an example when she is in a certain place and totally different when she is at ease. Well, she's still polite, but funnier.I finish washing the dishes and turn to her sitting on the high bench at the island, she puts some more wine in the glass and pushes it to me, then making her own. Marga laughs at something she said about the past, but then looks at me."But tell me about you." Have you always been rebellious?I drink some of my wine and shake it off. — No, actually at first I didn't even care about that, but things happened and I started to be.It is based on understanding."Silvério told me that you've already tried to run away twice... Why do you insist so much?" Don't you think it might work out following the known path?I look at it and Marga seems sincere as

I've been to other parties like this one, and I know the real reason they exist: For alliances and help. I participated in several in Central America, where one of the traditional families, the Berruti, performed to exchange favors. And I never liked any of that. The good part this time is that I wouldn't be the only one to dislike these parties, not least because Marga made it clear that she hates acting like an exemplary lady - which we will clearly have to prove to be.We set up in different houses. They would meet us already at the party. And Celina, as much as I don't like it, will have to go along with our father.I finish putting on the diamond jewelry set, the only ones I thought would go with the navy blue dress I'm wearing. I finish putting on the earrings and stand up in front of the dressing table, looking at myself in the mirror.My face is perfect, the professional make-up hasn't even left a mark from yesterday's slap. My hair was left loose, and I swept it back, cove