Chosen By The Mafia by Nina Daniel (android pdf ebook reader .txt) 📖

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Warning: This chapter contains powerful language and torture. Please read it at your own risk.

Lana's POV

I wonder those people who can absolutely get everything they utter, from a castle of chocolates to showers in golds, like the world is just for them; made for them, served to them. People are their slaves; women their properties, men their defenders. They care about no one, just all themselves and their thirst for more and more. The hunger of power never ends for them, it keeps growing and ultimately leads towards the destruction of mankind.

I believe in goodness despite having only pains and traumas gifted by life. One thing that relieves me; the help of people like us; the weak class. I wish to do something big for them. I have always been a giver and never a receiver, My belief is if I ever expect something from someone; I'll always end up disappointed by them. There's my only family to be counted on; my folks. They are the best thing that ever happened to me. Despite being poverty-stricken, they never defy my wishes and bestowed me with everything a girl could ask for. I'm the eldest one in the sibling's trio which means more responsibility and then my little 2 munchkins; one a tomboy and other boy.

Doesn't matter if life hasn't been the easiest for us but one thing is definite, I'm blessed with is storge which is the greatest asset of all.

I wish I could have a powerful persona; I want to make this world a place of peace and tranquility. Erasement of the bad and promotion of only love and care, demolish the arrogance and change it with kindness but it is a sad reality of life; these thoughts can only survive in the heads like mine.

I've always been a dreamer but my poor luck, I keep those dreams and wishes in my imagination only. I wish if I could live away from my sufferings for a single week and hide in some mountain so far that nobody could catch my glimpse but fate promised me struggles. Hmm, I can't ever get enough craze of woods on peaks which resulted in a push to work in Target at my late 16; saving money for Spain. 

GOD, I LOVE Spain. I'm forcing myself to keep working because as much as I want to go there; no words can describe my urge. The Spaniards are friendly, kind, and enthusiastic; mainly like me. Especially if compared to the majority of Americans. Everything is good but the best thing about them is Food, Spanish meals would contain one or two courses and a dessert. I can't wait to go there and try their original tortillas with some hot n spicy salsa, after that some sweet Crema Catalana.

Sometimes, I wonder how handsome Spnairds would be in real, even I have a crush on a Spanish actor. I often come across a thought of ending up marrying a Spanish, Greek-God,

"Girl, you really need to get a life, you're drooling over some mythological sass," a spoiling reminder from Kardashian fitted in my head

Okay, maybe I'll end up being alone forever.

As always, I'm running late to my class because once again, I couldn't wake up from my heavy slumber and now, my weak legs couldn't take running well. Because of my poor heart condition, I avoid to run but today I had to otherwise my sullen teacher won't let me attend today's lecture. Natalie, my closest friend would be waiting for me until the very last minute of the period. She is my only best friend since grade sixth otherwise I've always been an outcast in my school and I hate it. 

My house is 20 minutes away from my high school which takes tremendous courage to get there. After school, I go to my workplace and work as a cashier for the rest of the day at Tesco. There Mrs. Carla is my crime partner, we both work together and somehow manage to kill a day. She's kind, funny, caring and most importantly a shoulder to cry on. Yes, I don't talk to my parents much about my problem because they are already too much apprehensive about our financial crisis and I don't like them to add extra tension in their lives. I sometimes wish to work my a** off to waive off their debts but they don't let me contribute much because for them, my education comes first than anything.

Well exactly, This is my life; chaotic and stressful. 

Working all day and every day without any fun or peace.

"All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy," Kardashian mouthed off again to step on my wounded nerve.

Armando's POV

I was smoking in my office after clearing the paperwork that my phone buzzed, gaining my mere attention. As I checked it my eyes curtly got narrowed; It was one of my man, my right-hand Leone

"Hey boss, we recovered all the goods and just caught this motherfucker splitting out some sensitive gen, I better say he booked a dope reservation with us." He reported me about clearing the drugs issue. One of our own motherfucker slipped away with an intolerant amount of our goods.

"Fucking sure he did. where are you?" I casually inqured an answer 

"We are close to the mansion. reaching in 5 minutes, brace yourself for one more round," he comes out with pride. He mentioned the word 'more' which is clearly stated my wrongdoings. Yes, I'm talking about my killing addiction. Today, I've happily killed almost 13 of my convicts and the upcoming motherfucker is going to be the 14th one. The extra I kill people, the more my body gets loaded with peace. So, why would I miss any chance to gain some additional stamina? 

"Always am," said and cut the call in fury, that manwhore will be in pieces in just 10 minutes, the only thing that will calm my wrath is his death and it's gonna be fucking funny to see him repel, I'll make him beg me for death but he won't get that easily.

Making my way to the torture room, my every stride was howling power and authority, guards bowing their head in respect and I entered the room and sat on the chair with a right leg over left. waiting for that lowlife to hand over his face to my sight.