Gianna Massimo
25

Jovani Graciano
29

Rachelle Bennett
21

Mercedes Molina
22

Ermanno Sandrino
29

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Hello beautiful readers!
I decided to create a prologue for some sort of dramatic irony. Please note that the prologue would be written in Hugo Molina's POV

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Prologue

Hugo

I tapped my fingers anxiously on my lap as I exchanged glances between the exit door and the slow FBI agent typing away on the system. I wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible. What I was doing was wrong, and I couldn't deny it - I was betraying the family that had taken me in from the ghetto streets of Spain and given me a new life.

As I waited, my mind wandered back to my past. I had been a part of La famiglia for over thirty years, and I knew that I was taking a huge risk by betraying them. But I had to think about my family's safety, and I knew that this was the only way to ensure it. I loved Luciano like a brother, but the mafia world was too dangerous for my wife, Sofía, and my little daughter, Mercedes, to live in.

The agent finally stood up, gesturing for me to shake his hand. "Thank you, Mr. Molina," he said. "Just make sure you and your family are safe." I took his rough palm in mine, shaking it firmly. I felt a pang of guilt and selfishness - I was putting my family's safety above all else, even if it meant betraying the people who had taken me in.

As I left the agent's office, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. I knew that I had made the right decision, but I also knew that there would be consequences. I walked down the streets, trying to clear my head, but my mind kept wandering back to my family. I thought about Sofía and Mercedes, and how I would do anything to keep them safe.

When I got home, I found Mercedes standing in the entrance of my room, a white teddy bear in her hand. "I couldn't sleep, Papá," she said, looking up at me with big brown eyes. I smiled and stroked her hair, feeling a sense of love and protectiveness wash over me. I sang her a lullaby in Spanish, a language she struggled to understand, but she seemed to enjoy it nonetheless.

The next morning, I received a text from one of the brothers, Maximo. 'You figlio di puttana! You Traditore! How dare you? Get your ass ready Hugo, you're dead. You've killed Luciano!' My heart sank as I read the text, and I knew that I was in grave danger. I called out to Sofía, telling her to pack our bags, and I paced around the room, trying to think of what to do next.

I knew that I had to get my family to safety, but I also knew that it wouldn't be easy. I thought about the FBI agent and the promises he had made, but I knew that I couldn't trust him completely. I was foolish to think that there would be no consequences for my actions. I had lived with the mafia for over thirty years, and I knew them - they were brutal and cruel.

As I waited for Sofía to finish packing, I received a call from Luciano. He sounded drunk and broken, and my heart went out to him. But it was too late - Luciano was dead, and I knew that I was next. I ran to the FBI agent's office, demanding to know what had happened. He told me that Luciano had taken his own life, but I knew that it wasn't true. La famiglia had gotten to him, and now they were coming for me.

My greatest fear had come true - La famiglia had come for my family. I ran towards Mercedes, who cried in my room, and I shoved her into the closet, ordering her not to come out until either I or Sofía came to get her. I managed to fight off all the men that came towards me until I found Sofía, tied up to a chair and crying her eyes out.

In that moment, I knew that I was defeated. La famiglia had won, and I had lost everything. I pleaded with Luca to spare my wife, but he shot her twice, once in the head and once in the belly. I was consumed by grief and hatred as I held my wife's lifeless body in my arms, surrounded by her dark crimson blood.

As I looked up at Luca, I knew that I was ready to give up. I sang our special lullaby to Mercedes one last time, hoping that she would be spared and that her future would be bright, far from the mafia life. And with that, I took my final breath as Luca fired his gun.

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Now that we're finally done with the prologue, let's proceed to the main book!