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she stood in front of the floor-length mirror she had in her bedroom. she still lived with her parents - or at least her dad and step-mother - and she was happy that they still afforded her respect and privacy. they didn't bother her too much except to call her down for dinner or to spend time with them.

Violet was often off with her boys lately, finding spending time with them more exciting than spending time with any of her brothers or half-brothers. after all, her brothers all seemed to be busy in one way or another. there was no way that they would have time to spend with their sister. especially not when she was so awkward and sometimes a little bit off-putting with the things she liked.

she also had the idea that her brothers probably all resented her a little bit on some way, shape, or form because of the attention she received from her dad - he spoiled her. she knew her dad loved all of his kids equally, but still. there would be hell to pay if anyone touched his only daughter.

which was how Violet knew she was going to be in trouble once he learned of her relationship. he wasn't going to let it rest, especially not since the boys were part of another criminal organization. competition was always a thing - competition in this sort of world could prove to be deadly. she knew that as well as anyone else.

even if he never let her into his world - and she knew he had brought her brothers into meetings, to parties, or to do jobs - he had to know that she was aware of the things he and her uncles and other family members did. though it was never her dream to be a princessa mafiosa, she was, in a way. she could be an asset to him.

he could marry her off to another organization for a truce or an alliance, couldn't he? maybe if they angled things that way he wouldn't mind..

"i'm fucked," she whispered, looking over herself. would her dad know without being told? could she keep a secret? she had no idea.