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At the age of sixteen, Ace Valentino was given the heir of the Valentino Cooperation and the American Mafia.
Doing his job perfectly fine since he had first gotten that position in the working field, what happens when his pas...
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PACKING THREE SUITCASES filled with summer clothes and basic necessities for two weeks, I slipped on a pair of worn out sneakers that lay in the corner of my bedroom, running out of the house.
With my father not allowing me to go out anywhere other then business trips and some meet ups with Celeste to hang out. Our families have been friends for a long time, so he'd know whether I had managed to sneak out and go on a secret holiday.
Mary Sindred thankfully can and will lie for me, for the sake of having fun. She has never liked my fathers ways and how he treats me, she takes care of me more than my actual parents do.
I had snuck out of the house with suitcases a few minutes after my family had left for a business trip to Louisiana, and had began to drive off to Celeste's house.
Buildings blurred beneath my vision, the lights forming lines as I drove past them. A few people were out at this time, most of them drunk and stumbling as the walked off the curb, nearly crashing into a oncoming car.
Grimacing and turning away from the couple that had nearly got hit, I began to speed off into the night, slowly turning the corner to the gates of the Sindred Home.
With the gates opening as I typed in the correct passcode, I carefully drove around the main fountain at the centre of the entrance and parked it, beeping the car horn to let Celeste know that I was here.
Running frantically out of her house with three suitcases rolling behind her, half a bagel was hanging loosely out of her mouth, as she nearly stumbled down the steps.
Mary had poked her head out the front door, waving goodbye to Celeste, before she scanned the driveway and her eyes landed onto mine.
Waving and holding up her ring finger in the shape of a hook, I mirrored the effect and blew her a kiss.
When I was little, Mary would take care of me when I had slept over at Celeste's as my family would go on business trips or even "family holidays" without me.
She made a small handshake with me to make me feel loved, because she did love me in ways I would dream to be loved by my parents in the same way. She fulfilled it, and I couldn't be anymore grateful.
Swinging the trunk open and putting her stuff inside, I felt the car begin to shuffle as she tried to position them in a way that would fit them all nicely.
Opening the passengers door and sitting down, she removed the half eaten bagel from her mouth and let out a huff, swiping the back of her left hand across her forehead.
