My Bad Ass. His Good Ass
Being an FBI agents daughter has it's perks. Not only was I given three intense years of Mixed Martial Arts, was born and lived in Mexico for a while, and was forced to learn a few thousand languages. But also, my mother died, or was killed.
I didn't know what had happened to my mother until recently. My whole life I believed that she had fallen asleep at the wheel and that was how she died. Until recently when I found out differently.
My father had been best friends with a mafia leader. He was the one who killed her.
It just so happened that he had been drinking, and it was my mother and me that he hit.
My mother was instantly killed, I had to go through who knows how many months of physical therapy. I also got amnesia because of a blow to my head.
My father lied about my childhood and moved me to another part of Mexico. I didn't remember anything.
And that wouldn't have been that horrible of a past considering I didn't remember my past.
Until I fell in love with that same mafia leaders son.