It's been a month since I have been working for the Valentino crime family.

I swear, every single day becomes crazier than the next.

But, today was just damn boring. I sit on a wide windowsill, with my legs to my chest and the book "The Iliad" in my hands.

I let out a deep sigh, looking out the windows to see a beautiful sunset.

The orange-yellowish sun was barley peaking out, but the pink and yellow sky seemed like it was glowing.

I set my book down, deciding I need to get out of here.

My old Porsche was apparently stolen when Vincenzo decided to kidnap me.

All I can think of with a deep frown is some fat old man taking joy rides in it.

My poor, poor car.

I walk downstairs into the kitchen where some keys are kept in a drawer.

I grab the first ones I see and hope that nobody will find out I snatched their car.

Vincenzo had multiple garages on his property. Finding the right car in the right garage had me running around like a chicken with its head cut off.

Needless to say I am out of breath by the time I find the white Mercedes.

I hop, sticking the key in the ignition and drive off.

I drive myself over to a little run-down bar called the "Smog pub."

I immediately grin when the familiar smell of booze mixed with fried chicken enters my nose.

"Long time no see, Walsh." A voice with a southern twang greets.

"Beau!" I immediately lean over the bar table to give the man a giant bear hug. "How have you been?"

He moves a piece of brown hair away from his eyes. "Busy but good. I heard you're no longer working solo."

I nod, biting my cheek. It sucked not being the boss bitch-ass independent woman that I was.

Now I worked along side the Valentino's.

....At least I'm making more money.

"I'll fill you in on everything, Beau, but first I need to get a little drunk."

Beau chuckles but nods. "Of course, Walsh."

I roll my eyes at him calling me by my last name.

Beau was a close friend of mine, that I met shortly after my parents were killed. He was the definition of a human teddy bear.

He could make anyone smile and of course get anyone drunk.

Beau hands me a cherry cocktail colored a deep and brilliant red. My favorite color of course.

I take a few sips before asking for something stronger. Beau smugly smirks as he slides the next drink to me.

"Enjoy, Walsh."

The liquor slides down my throat making me wince at the burn left behind.

I continue to drink until I hear a slight buzz. I walk over to a group of intimidating bikers.

The men were big and bulky, a little heavy on the weight. There studded leather jackets covered in skull patches, crinkled as they played pool.

I closely observe the men's moves. I want in!

I take a hundred out that I stole from Vincenzo's wallet yesterday.

What he doesn't know won't hurt him.

I slam the bill on the table with a sly grin. "Place your bets, boys."

The shorter one out of the five steps up to place two fifty's on the table.

I grab wooden cue and line up my shot. "Corner pocket, BOOM!" I hurrah as I make the shot.

Before I know it I finished the game before the short guy could take a shot.

I smile as I shove the money in my pocket. The men look at me amazed.

I simply shrug, but not before winking at them. It was now dark and 11:59 pm. I wave goodbye to Beau and walk out.

The streets were empty and dark. The only lights were the small yellow glow of a few stars.

Before I can even climb in the Mercedes, I'm shoved up against the brick wall.

"What the hell?" I shout out when my head hits the wall.

I open my eyes to only let out a gasp.

Gianni stands before me with a firm grip keeping me up against the wall.

His scowl deepens when he makes eye contact with me.

"You fucking bitch." Gianni growls lowly, my eyes travel to the side of us hoping someone can give me a hand.

"What-!" He cuts me off with his fist colliding with my jaw.

"You betrayed me! You were supposed to kill VINCENZO, not join his fucking mafia."

I gulp as realization hits me like a brick. I didn't even think of the consequences of joining.

Instead of replying, I spit out a good amount of blood at his face.

He lets go of me with a disgusted look. I take that opportunity to kick him where the sun don't shine.

I start running toward the car but am tackled. I groan at the heavy weight on top of me.

"Get the hell off me dude." I roll over punching Gianni like he punched me a few minutes ago.

"Your are not going anywhere, tesoro. Your coming with me so I can kill you-" He trails off with a smirk, "Torture THEN kill you!"

"Fuck you!" I flip the heavy guy over, only for a sharp object to impale me in the thigh.

I hiss in pain, blinking away the tears that threaten to fall.

"You know you're just like your father-" I freeze when those words leave his mouth. He lets out a dry laugh.

"I sent some Russian pricks to murder his ass."

I stop breathing period.

"The Russian recorded your father's reaction when the mob killed him." He chuckles. "Man that shit was funny as hell."

Gianni shoves the knife further in my thigh. My teeth clench, trying hard not to scream.

"And then your mum walks in." He now has me in a choke hold as he imitates my Irish accent.

"She jumps in front of the bullet for your father." He lets out a tsk. "The man who drove your family to debt."

Before I can even blink Gianni is thrown off me. I look up the see the silhouette of a tall figure.

"Vincenzo?" I call out softly with clenched teeth.

He pulls out a gun and with a soft click, Gianni falls limp.

A/N- And that's a wrap! So Finals is coming up and I'm failing Calc 🤦🏻‍♀️ I have all A's except for in Calc. FML! HOW IS EVERYONE???