Page 2 of Entangled
Now if Lilah could only rid herself of his bratty daughter, then she’d be a thousand times happier than she was in this moment.
A new plan started to formulate in her head, and the laughter that threatened to bubble over was manic.
Elias’s princess would never know freedom. Lilah would keep her as a nice little trophy for herself, hoping the thought made Elias roll in his freshly dug grave. Or at least the desk in his study where his body currently lay.
She had never liked the girl, always with such a sunny and happy personality. It didn’t fit in this kind of world. It wasn’t the expected behavior of a Mafia princess.
Lilah would break her and show her what kind of darkness this world was truly capable of.
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SOREN
March 23, 2021
I’ve spent my entire life locked away in a tower.
Okay, maybe not in a literal sense - but that’s what it feels like to be in my world. All of my decisions were made for me. My entire life and all my choices had been scrutinized under a microscopic view. I wasn’t able to take a breath or even a single step without someone watching me.
“Don’t wear that Soren.”
“What are you doing Soren?”
“Is that really the best choice for this family Soren?”
“Watch your tone Soren.”
But unlike the tale of the princess who got rescued from the tower, there wouldn’t be a knight in shining armor to save me.
The man I thought was my savior turned out to be a monster. But I’m getting ahead of myself.
Let me start from the beginning.
I’ve spent my entire life in Boston with my dad, who was a Mafia boss. My mom died when I was born, so I never knew her. I found out the secret of my father’s profession when I was eight years old. I wasn’t even supposed to find out, but when you’re a smart child and a man walks into your father’s study with his hands dripping in blood and a fist full of money, you put two and two together. But you’d never know looking at my dad that crime and money lead his life. He was one of the nicest men to grace this shitty planet.
Was.
My dad died when I was eighteen, just as I was about to venture out of Boston for college. I’d gotten into the University of Georgia for a fine arts degree. I was ready to spread my wings and fly. And my dad was supportive a hundred and ten percent, both financially and emotionally.
He died the same day I got my acceptance letter into UGA, and though I’d never admit it to anyone I blamed myself. Maybe the excitement mixed with the heartache of his only daughter leaving made his heart give out.
But as time went on, and I began to peel back more layers of Lilah and who she truly was, I began to have a different theory.
My dad was my best friend. He supported every dream I’d ever had. He bought me my first paint set when I was three. I’ve lived my entire life in a perfect bubble of happiness.
And then my dad met Lilah.
Now six years later, here I was, still stuck in Boston.
“Soren!” Lilah’s screechy voice bellowed up the staircase to my room in the attic. “Time to go!”
I quickly adjusted my button up shirt and my blazer and stepped into my heels. Today’s my first day working at the “company” as Lilah likes to call it. She decided if she was going to keep me in Boston, she might as well get her use from me.
At least it was easy work, from what I’d been told. All I had to do was answer the phones and whatever administrative tasks they had for me.Nobody should be fooled by the shiny glass tower in the middle of the city. My family’s front was that we did international trading. But it was all built on crime and blood money.
I wasn’t entirely innocent in all of it. I spent my fair share of the murderous fortune. My entire paycheck from Canella Inc would go to my account controlled solely by Lilah. It’d mix in with the dirty money already in there and become it.
I sighed and ran my hands down my top one last time before deciding to leave well enough alone and head out the door.
