“Choose. Choose what you want.”
“Like this is some ice-cream flavour to choose?” Agatha seethed, the gun in her hands that hung limply by her side. 
Gustav grinned like the psycho he was, finding excitement to see his own daughter quivering in fear. “Almost the same honey. Now choose. Will you save the man you love, or yourself?”
Shutting her eyes, Agatha lifted the gun up, and the next time her eyes opened, they were burning with rage.
“Fuck love.”
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The Mafia world is filled with all kinds of crime and sin, committed by their very own Lords. That’s right, just the Lords. But what if the most ruthless Italian Mafia fails to have a future Lord, and instead has two Lady’s?
Who will it be, Agatha Russo, the cold hearted, cruel monster that values her own life above anything, and will do anything to stay in power, or Soralina Russo, the sweet, kind hearted angel, whose only sin was to be born as the daughter of the Lord of The Cross Sword Mafia?



The Mafia's Twins

Not for the surprise attack Agatha had in store for her. She was anything but ready. 


"A-Agatha maybe we should- slow-slow down?" 


"Why? You tired already?" Agatha snapped, making the latter almost curse under her breath. "N-no I just...I don't think we should jump right into a battle before learning." 


Soralina yelped, falling butt first to the floor while her wooden sword broke into two halves, falling a few feet away from her. Before she can even catch her breath, Agatha has her own wooden sword pointed at her face. "You have been learning the same basics for years now. Isn't that enough?" 


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