Page 3 of Mafia Don's Secret Twins

I'm not sure how long I walk for, or even if I'm allowed on this stretch of beach. But, eventually, something trips me and I fall.

The world is spinning, so I opt to not get up.

This was supposed to be fun. A way to meet some fucking cute college girls and pretend that I belonged somewhere.

Now, though, I'm drunk and I feel lonelier than ever.

I shut my eyes.

If I never got up from this spot, would my family even fucking care?

Everyone wants me to be something I'm not. Marco wants me to go to college and fall in line, maybe live in Italy for the business. My dad doesn't give a fuck what I do, so long as I don't embarass him.

Sal wants me to be ''nice'. He wants me to blend in and hide who I am just to get along.

Caterina?

I don't know. Caterina is the person I feel the worst about disappointing.

Her, and my mom.

They've all been able to just... exist. Like they all got programmed with something that I don't.

I feel like I came out wrong. Like there's this ball of anger and pain and something fucking awful inside me that I have to hide to be like them.

I'm so fucking sick of hiding it.

God, I'm a miserable fucking drunk. I need to get my shit together and go find my friends...

I try to get up but I collapse.

Fuck.

I don't even have my fucking phone.

Do I even remember our room? Or the hotel? Fuck, I guess I should have at least asked...

"Are you dead?"

My eyes snap open.

I blink.

Maybe I am dead, because standing in front of me is the prettiest fucking girl I've ever seen in my life

She blinks at me. "Okay. I hope not because if you were dead this would be really weird."

Jesus fucking Christ. Her voice is smooth and sweet, like the breeze on a hot day. I sit upright, well aware that there's sand sticking to my sweaty, drunk skin.

"I'm alive," I croak.

She raises one of her perfectly groomed eyebrows. "You don't seem alive."

"I am now," I say.

It's so fucking true that it rings through me like a bell.

She folds her arms across her chest. She's wearing a white dress that ties behind her neck. I can see that she's wearing a bikini under it, like most girls at the beach, and her torrent of brown curls is tugged up into a braid that I want to unravel.

---