Alice William, the hated, unloved, unwanted twin. She's been abused as long as she's remembered, while her twin, Grace, lives the life of luxury, both at home and school.
Alice and Grace are bipolar opposites. Grace being your typical, girly gir...
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"Ladies and gentlemen, Don and Donnas, today we are here for the reveal of the Spanish Mafia leader!" Says the man, people cheering when he finishes. As the crowd dies down the man continues, "First though I would like to say thank you for those who came tonight and now please welcome Don of the Spanish Mafia, Nicolas Romano!"
I walk out on stage with a faint smirk on my face. My three piece midnight coloured suit shined under the light glowing down on me with each step I take to the centre of the stage. My dark brown hair styled to perfection, not a single hair out of place. My hands hidden in my pockets were decorated with black and silver rings, along with a chain that hung around my neck. My shoes were the only sound heard among the gigantic ball room, everyone stunned.
Reaching the centre of the stage I take the microphone from the man.
"Welcome, Don's and Donna's,-" I pause mid sentence when my eyes connect with the girl sitting at the bar, staring at me in complete and utter shock. Alice. My smirk became much larger and noticeable then when I first stepped into the light, also noticing that we once again, somehow managed to wear matching clothes again. "And please enjoy your night." I finished.
Everyone cheered when I stepped away and down the the stairs onto the floor in search of a certain little hot headed women, who seems to be everywhere I go.
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Shit. Shit. Sh-
"Well, what a pleasant surprise! Princess of the Italian mafia, Alice Valentino, who would've thought?" Nicolas called from behind me. I stood still ignoring him and continued watching my sister dance the night away with the boy who asked her to dance earlier. Did he say his name? If he did I must have forgotten, not that I care anyway.
"Ignoring me now?" I could tell Nicolas was standing closer to me now, still I didn't move though.
"We'll have to fix that..." My breathing gets caught in my throat feeling him breathing down my neck, the hairs on my body raising. Wait- what did he mean fix it?
Grabbing my arm Nicolas pulls me out into the centre of the dance floor. He places my hand on his shoulder, he then snakes his arm around my waist, in twinning my other hand in his, and pulls me flush against his chest. With are clear height differences, I looked like a mere child next to him, barely reaching his chest.
