“What a waste of my fucking life.” I groaned as I walked up the front steps of my family’s estate. My heels clinked against the stone as I wrapped my trench coat around myself.“Seriously. What kind of modeling event doesn’t allow drinking?” Alice asked as we entered the house. We were dressed formally, in gowns and heels. I wore a long sleeve burgundy gown with a slit going up my thigh. It was tight, accentuating my curves in all the right places complemented by my simple Louboutins. Alice wore a shorter grey dress that reached just above her thigh. The back was completely open and it was the perfect mesh of sexy and classy. She paired it with black Jimmy Choo’s, and I have to admit, we looked great. When my father pulled Alice and I into his office this morning for an ‘important mission’, I was actually excited. Being in the Mafia since birth, I loved the adrenaline rush of raids, attacks, killing, everything that came with this life. But much to my disappointment, our task was to
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