Ginevra Allison stared back at me when we noticed that there were a lot of cars parked outside of my father's mansion. "This is it guys, this lets us know that it was a trick set up by my father and that everything was a lie," I said. "Still have a look" stated Toby. Allison and I slowly approached the mansion with caution knowing this all could be a setup and that we would walk right into it. We made eye contact with each other and I walked past him in order to keep him protected. "Ginevra be careful" he whispered. "Don't worry about me" I whispered back. I held my gun tightly in my hand and when I finally reached the door, I kicked it open. There were people with familiar faces everywhere and they stared at us with blank expressions, when they noticed the gun in our hands they stepped back in fear. "Amara is that you?" asked Allison as he placed the gun in his pants and rushed forward but I pulled him back. "What are you doing this could be a trick?" I yelled at him. "Wh

Ginevra Finally, everyone was ready for the funeral and like Grandma said I felt powerful. Leonardo locked his arm in mine and we walked up to this cafe where everyone stared at us. We decided that it was best to attend the funeral late cause who doesn't like a grand entry?? I pointed at some tarts and ordered an iced coffee. Leonardo stuck with his macha and some chocolate kind of bun. We sat down together while everyone stared at us in awe. Again like I said I felt powerful and I'm guessing everyone got that kind of aura from me and Leornado. The waitress came up to us. "We have a new menu called Love's Cupid it's for couples would you guys like to try it?" she asked. Her name Estella reminded me of a girl back in middle school, a quiet girl who only read books and didn't talk to anyone unless they had a common interest in the books she liked. One time a boy named Kyro asked her if she liked Collen Hoover's books and she literally gagged which made the children make stickers o

GinevraLeonardo and I had a lot of fun as we shopped together trying out different outfits and eating dinner as we mentioned. We went back to the hotel and changed into some new clothes since we had to go back to my father's mansion for a meeting. It's a family meeting but since Leornado is my boyfriend they allowed him to come. "I wondered what this family meeting will be about" I stated and sighed."I don't know but it will be a great time to spend with your family" he muttered. "I enjoyed the time that I spent with you" I smiled.He glanced at me and held my hand with his then stared back at the road as he drove."Me too"When we arrived I noticed that Allison and Amelia were already there and I recognized that Amelia wasn't at the funeral which made me confused. Why wasn't she there? She bought a dress unless Allison told her that she couldn't go. There is a myth going on that pregnant women shouldn't be going to funerals because of old spirits that could mess around with their

Ginevra We brought the little one back to Leornado's house and everyone welcomed him. Amelia gave him ice cream and played cartoons on her laptop for him. In just a few minutes he got comfortable with the help of Amelia and we promised him that we would take him shopping in the morning. "What would you like to eat for dinner?" I asked as I messed up his hair a bit. "I would like anything" he responded as he stared at the television. Spongebob was on and he seemed to enjoy it. "Alright then, Matteo," I said and smiled. He told us that his name was Matteo Greensville and those abusive parents were actually his adoptive parents and that he had no idea who his real parents were. He told us some information about himself like his age which was six years old and that he was born on the ninth of July. He told us that he loves chocolates and going to church. He stated that whenever his parents were out on Sundays, he would sneak into the cathedral church and worship God, eventually a la

Ginevra We decided that it was best to get out of here since we especially me looked like a lunatic. Well I mean I basically am one. We couldn't go back home looking the way we did especially since we didn't want to scare Matteo. My hands and clothes were filled with blood and oh goodness not to mention my hair and face. I looked horrible like a complete monster but then again my father practically turned me into a monster. He raised me up to be a monster (a killing machine with no heart). I breathed in slowly and looked out the window. Leonardo is right I am developing a mental disorder a psychotic disorder maybe I'm not even developing it, perhaps I do have a mental disorder. However what about him? He is no better than me if he thought what happened tonight was romantic, only a psycho would think that but I don't have the right to say that because I'm just as bad as him. It's not our fault though, it's our nature. It's a mafia thing, being in the mafia turned your world upside do