Chapter Twenty One- 2007

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1st of June

Manhattan New York

I suppose one day a princess must become queen.

Like those stories about monarchies.

The crown prince rising to fulfill his destiny.

And his crown princess rising to fulfill hers.

Piero's father died on the 27th Of May 2007 at their summer house in Vienna.

With a swing of his sword, the Lord has taken the King of the De Pablo Dynasty.

And with the bending of knees and kissing of rings, the Mafioso has claimed a new king.

She watched them all from her chair.

Covered in black.

The color mourning. The color of her soul.

What was it that draws them to her family?

These men with heads bowed and hats pressed against their chest.

These women with tear stained cheeks and designer frock colored in the night's blood. Pearls laying gently against their necks bent in submission.

How they crave the poison.

How they beg on bent knees for the sting of the Scorpio. For power, they can not reach.

For money, they can not spend.

They want what should be unwanted.

They surround her now. These hens.

They flock to her like bees to honey.

She now sits in the creme armchair.

The one meant for the queen of the family.

The women touch her arm gently, skim their fingers over the sleeve of her dress.

Knowing that they can never fully touch her again.

Knowing that they must bend in reference when in her company.

Little did they know that being a Dona means nothing.

Little did they know that their Don dragged her across the floor to swim in his mistress vomit two nights ago.

How lovely would it be if they knew how he allowed his best friend to hold her down and take her.

They would flee from her prison.

They would screech in terror if they could see the horror that is her skin.

But she supposes that they might still want the unwanted.

Crave the sting of the Scorpio.

She escapes their sight.

Flees to their ensuite.

Beneath the porcelain sink within the cupboard, she hides something

A metal box and within a syringe and a vassal of hell's sweetest drug.

There is no time for a full dose so she dips her finger in the white powder and her body gladly accepts the escape.

She wipes her nose and now she is satisfied.

Now she is ready to face the wolves and hens once again.


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