She is an assassin in her brother's mafia. She is fierce and has strong opinions. One of those opinions is that she has always disliked the leader of the mafia they worked with, an alliance had been formed a while ago and now the Italian and Spanish...
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I ran home after my walk and went up to Samuel's office. I opened the door and he was sitting there handling some paperwork. I closed the door and sat down in front of him.
He looked stressed and looked up at me with a glare. "Not now, Julieta," he told me but I stayed.
"I don't want to talk I just need your files on the Italian mafia," I said and he chuckled.
"You can't just come in here and demand my files just like that. We need to have a discussion about Gavino's and your conversation earlier," he spoke and I rolled my eyes.
"No we don't, give me the files," I reached out my hand and he laughed.
"Dream on Julieta."
"Samuel, come on," I said and he leaned back in his chair.
"What do you need them for anyway?" he asked and I sighed. I knew I had to answer this but I didn't want to.
"Do you remember the little boy from when I was eight who you punched and then wouldn't tell me the name of?" I asked and he nodded. "I figured out that he was Italian and I want to figure out who he is."
Samuel scoffed and I frowned. "You think that I will help you find out who he is? There's a reason I didn't tell you his name," Samuel told me and I glared at him.
"If you don't give me the files I'll tell papá about you and Ilara," I threathened him and he sighed.
"I thought we were the type of siblings who didn't threathen each other and who can have normal conversations with each other," he said and I scoffed.
"You mean that I tell you things and you tell me nothing, because that's what our relationship is like. You don't tell me shit Samuel and I tell you everything," I told him and stood up. "Now if you don't give me the files I'll go tell father right now."
"Fine, fine." He sighed and I sat back down. "But then you have to tell me about the fact that you're apparently suicidal," he spoke and I rolled my eyes.
"Fine. Give me the files and I will." He opened the first drawer on his desk and took out a box.
"That box contains all the males of the Italian mafia." He handed me the box and I took it.
"I wish that he would've killed me when he did it, but I don't want to kill myself. I am just going through so much pain that it would be easier if I fell asleep and never woke up," I rambled, stood up and walked out of the room.
I carried the box to my room. I wasn't wasting any time I needed to find out who he was. But right when I entered the room Miranda and Alba came in after me.
"Okay so the ball is tomorrow," Alba said and I nodded.
"Who are you going as?" Miranda asked and they sat down on my bed.
