All Chapters of Becoming The Mafia Queen: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

SOFIAI stared at the bank teller as she slid the final stack of documents toward me. Her professional smile didn't reach her eyes, but I didn't blame her. People don't usually liquidate their entire life on a Tuesday morning without a reason."Are you sure about this, Ms. Moretti?" she asked."Yeah,” I nodded. “You can close all the accounts. Every single one of them. And put everything into one.""Checking or savings?""Doesn't matter,” I replied. “I'm not planning on letting it sit there long."She hesitated for a moment before typing something into her computer. A few minutes later, the screen flashed with a final confirmation, and she slid my new card across the counter. It felt heavier than a piece of plastic should have, like a line drawn between who I used to be and whoever I was trying to become.By the time I stepped out of the bank, the autumn air was crisp against my skin. I didn't own much anymore since I left the hospital and decided moving on wasn’t going to be possible

SOFIAThe sun was barely up when I woke up, though I wasn't sure if I'd slept at all. My new room still smelled faintly of paint and cardboard, and there was something deeply unsettling about the silence of a city. Los Angeles wasn't so mind-numbingly loud the way New York was, so much so that we'd all learned to tune it out after a while. I genuinely believe that if you gathered at least a hundred New Yorkans, half of them would have some degree of hearing loss. But LA was much more peaceful than that. It was still noisy, but not as noisy as Manhattan on a Monday morning. I dressed slowly, trying to tame the nervous tremor in my hands. Today I was going to face a university, with new people and new everything. Dean Rothman had processed my transfer out of Yale perfectly, and there was nothing left for me to do except show up to class and try not to flunk out here as well. And yet, even three thousand miles away, it still felt like I was running in circles.Freida had texted me a li

SOFIAI didn't realize how crowded a Los Angeles mall could get until Freida dragged me through the glass doors and told me to keep up before I got swallowed alive by people. She was already pointing at stores, talking too fast and acting like she'd trained for this her entire life."Okay, so that's Zara, that's Aritzia, and over there is this place that sells overpriced smoothies but everyone buys them anyway because they think it makes them healthier," she said, flicking her hair behind her ear. "You're officially an LA girl now, so you need at least one ridiculous purchase today.""I don't think I'm ready for ridiculous," I said, following her past a group of girls taking selfies outside Sephora. "I'm barely ready for reasonable.""Reasonable is boring," Freida said. "You spent, what, two years in New York and ended up with a failed relationship? You don't get to pretend you're reasonable."“I know I shouldn’t have told you about Adrian,” I said, rolling my eyes. Ever since we talk

SOFIAI didn't sleep that night. Not because of Alessia, or because of Adrian. This time, it was because of Isaac. His voice in that stairwell just wouldn't leave my head. I kept replaying the conversation over and over again in my head, wondering why it left me feeling so dreadful. Something about the way he talked sounded a lot like Rafe. I could just feel it, and I knew enough to know a drug deal being setup as soon as I heard it. I just needed to confirm what kind of mess he was in, and whether there was a way I could rescue him from it. So by morning, my decision was made. I needed to know who Isaac really was, and the only way to do that was to tail him. I didn’t like the idea, but getting him to talk wouldn’t be easy. If I needed answers, then I would have to get them on my own. He left the apartment just after nine, quiet as always with a hoodie, his keys and no breakfast. I was watching him through the peephole, and he didn't even glance toward my room. I counted to thirty

SOFIAI’d never felt so utterly fucked in my entire life than in that moment when I was sitting in front of Don Vito and he was staring at me calmly. I didn't know whether to look at his face, or at the cane poised between his hands. I was painfully aware of the fact that he could use it as a weapon if he wanted to. As if at any moment, he would smack me across the face with it. Don Vito Marino.I'd heard his name several times already, and I knew how much of a tyrant he could be. The man ruled the west coast with an iron fist, and no one could dare to stand in his way. I was well aware of how dangerous he was. So the smart thing to do would be not to piss him off. Unfortunately…“What the fuck do you want with me?” I spat before I could stop myself. He raised a surprised eyebrow, as if he’d never had someone dare to speak to him that way. But then he chuckled, and he raked his fingers through his greying hair. “I just wanted a little chitchat with the hottest mess in town,” he sa