Prologue
In the low lighting of the master bedroom the echo of a ringing cell persisted on and on till the door to the insuit bathroom swong open as bare manicured feet glided across the hardwood floor into her room snatching the phone from the nightstand answering, “What!? I am on vacation which means I don’t want to be disturbed!” Silence was met on the other end of the line when she took the phone from her ear seeing the caller was indeed still on the other line when she placed the phone back to her ear. “Is that how you speak to your padre?” Her fathers deep accent voice carried through the speaker of the phone with a little hint of humor lacing it, as she paused looking back at the screen seeing her fathers name scrolling across.
“Sorry padre, I didn’t mean to shout.” She said, in a lower tone glancing over her shoulder at the closed bathroom door still hearing the shower running. Sitting on the edge of her lavender satin bed sheets and comforter with matching pillows, damping them with her wet body. As her bathroom door creaked open with one of the servant guys she never bothered learning his name walked over to her leaning down kissing on her shoulder leading up to the crook of her neck. His hands snaking around her curvy small waist and wide hips liking how she felt in his hands; rolling her eyes and serpressing a sigh she simply shoved his hands away shooing him with her hand that he kissed before stepping out of the room.
“ Amo figlia (my daughter), Angel has been killed.” Her father said, ignoring her apology as he leaned back in his dark burgundy chair that creaked under his weight while staring into the fire that gave the only light to his home office. “W-what? When did this happen how did this happen? We just saw him not too long ago.” The shock and quiver in her voice told him she didn’t have anything to do with it. As a heavy sigh echoed through the phone he said, “I’m having the funeral in six weeks by that time I need you to move your things into our other estate you’ll be head of the family now it is time you stay in the city permanently.” He said, ignoring her questions and hanging up the phone as he looked back down at the photos of his son’s death, blood splatters on the floor and walls of his bathroom things knocked over indicating that he was fighting someone. But the bruises and gashes told him that his gut feeling was right, and if he was right then she really did have what it takes to survive this family and underworld.
But if he was wrong, no he knew in his heart that he really thought she had finally gave in to that dark side and did what needed to be done so the family wouldn’t be completely ruined under his idiotic spoiled son’s reign…
