Twisted Secrets

SOFIA VOLKOV
**2years later**

"Kai hurry up you'll be late!" Lorenzo shouts from the kitchen of our 4 bedroom apartment.

1 for him and I, one for Kai, two for guests.

Today is Kai's first day of school. Well at his new school, he's starting high school this year. And holy hell I feel so nervous and excited and scared and anxious.

He comes out of his room in his uniform. Navy pants, navy cotton sweater, a navy tie, and a white button down. He looks like he's going to attend a wedding. And it's so hilarious to see him pout.

"Am I going to have to wear this everyday?" He complains, hopping on the island chairs as Lorenzo hands him his plate of pancakes.

"Yes, but technically you'll be able to loosen it up during the year." I answer.

"What is that supposed to mean?" He ask, his mouth full of Nutella covered pancakes.

"They usually get less strict with dress code as the year goes by, you'll see." I say. "Alright, you have your phone so you'll be able to call me whenever, I've notified the school so they'll let you have your phone during the day. But I swear to god if I find out you've been using it when you aren't supposed to and it's not to call me I will not only take it away but make sure you have no cookies or tv for 2 weeks."

"2 WEEEKS?! WEEKS?? Y-you can't do that... WEEKS?!" His eyes go wide.

"Then don't use it irresponsibly." I shrug. "You're backpack is infront of the door with everything you need, we've already met your teachers so everything should be good, for lunch they have cafeteria food-"

"Cafeteria food? You're gonna let my son eat cafeteria food?" Lorenzo interrupts.

"Yeah but it's the rich cafeteria food, private school type. Way better than ours." I tell him.

"Whatever you say Precious." He kisses the top of my forehead, handing Kai a water bottle.

"Alright, I think you guys should leave, he's gonna be late if not." I say, anxiously looking at the time.

"Okay, bye Sofia!"

"Bye Sweetheart, love you." I kiss his head on his way out the door, him heading to the elevator.

"He'll be okay, I love you My Precious." Lorenzo leaves a soft, heart-warming kiss on my lips, his hands cradling my jaw.

I pull away, slightly dazed. "Okay, let me know how it goes, I love you too Loré."

He shuts the door behind him leaving me in an empty penthouse with thoughts and prayers.

Lorenzo is still involved with his Mafia, but he's not as action related as before, he mainly does financial work, sometimes an assassination or two. I don't mind, he doesn't either.

I stay home most of the time, writing poems that have described parts of my life. I did in fact write a poetry book. It blew up within a month of it being published. Leading to me writing my second one. I never realized how much I missed it. It let me express so much bottled up emotions  it felt like another form of therapy. Speaking of which, Lorenzo and I never got the courage to go. But Kai did. My brave sweet boy.

He realized how messed up his childhood was last year. We always offered him therapy but never pressured him. If we weren't ready how could we expect a 13 year old to be.

Anyhow, he wanted help. He wanted to escape the grasp his mother still had on him. And he did. He still does go to therapy, but only once every two- weeks. More like a checkup. Just to see if we ever need to pick back up on those sessions. He also does Krav Maga and he plays the drums and he plays soccer. He's a normal teenage boy and I couldn't be happier for the person he's grown into.

As for his mother that bitch died a year ago. From blood loss. I had gotten so mad once that during my daily torture sessions with her I forgot to stitch her up a bit. So she kinda bled out and died... oh well.

We told Kai a week later. He was sad, as expected. But also surprised, apparently he thought we killed her a while ago. Didn't even know she was alive.

My phone rings as I let out a tortured groan. I specifically told everyone to not call me today.

"Boss, we need you down at the compound. There's been a slight breech and we think it might have something to do with the French. The guy's cocky and he won't speak. No matter how hard we've tried. And trust me we've tried. Come down soon. Also sorry we need you. I swear it won't happen again." He says it all in one breath.

I take a deep breath, tired of my workers' dependence. "Malcom I'll be there in a second, just make sure he has atleast 3 broken bones, because that's the only way I'll know you guys weren't just to lazy to do the work yourself." I hang up, dressing myself in stain proof black clothing, grabbing a few daggers and blades on my way out.

I tried to stay away from the mafia life, however I just couldn't watch the empire fall.

Mr. Francis had been assassinated later the night at the ball. His empire was left broken and vulnerable. I knew he had always planned on inheriting it to me. So I took what was rightfully mine. And it grew. So much I can take a vacation without a doubt in my mind.

My men and women that work for me respect me. Carson, Maya, and Jacks, teachers and trusted people at the compound. Well Maya was a teacher before she gave birth. A baby boy. Guess who's the father? Well the baby looks a lot like Jack, his name is Elijah and he's adorable. Carrie died a few months ago. Her absence still fresh and hurtful.

My family knows, everybody does. However no one's stupid enough to counter me about it. And whoever will be can have their head served on a silver plate. Revenge is best served cold after all.

***
Remember when I said we had a few more chapters? Yea apparently not...

I'll keep updating here for questions to be answered and stuff like that, however I don't believe I'll be starting Camila's book for atleast a month.

And her book will be before this epilogue, and this couple's wedding will too.

GUYS I JST FINISHED MY FIRST BOOK EVER...
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ON A SERIOUS NOTE;
I actually love each and every one of you so much. I owe you guys my laughs, sweat, and tears. Your comments of kindness, suggestion, humor, motivation it all made it worth it. I've thought about quitting this book multiple times but pushed through. And I'm glad I did. Thank you for all the votes, and all the comments. I hope you know I smiled at each one. I love you each so much and I don't even think Shakespeare can but it into words. I appreciate all of you with all my heart♥️♥️

OKI THATS IT, GOOD MORNING, GOOD EVENING, AND GOODNIGHT MY LOVELIES😘