Luna: HERmerta

Prologue

LUNA

TWO YEARS AGO

“Ugh.” What in the hell just woke me up? Rolling over in my bed, I see my room is empty so it must be something outside my door. Squinting, I am trying to decide if I want to get up and see or continue to be lazy. My mind goes over and over the conversation with my best friend Dulce about college and when I will get my act together. I ignored her like always. I know she misses smarty pants and everything, but not all of us have what it takes.

The truth is, I have never thought about what I was going to do after high school and now here I am six out of high school and I still have no direction. I mean I guess it helps being the daughter of a rich mafia boss. I don’t have to know what to do as long as I stay home and be my dad’s princess and for right now, that is enough for me.

“Damn it.” My little sister Cinzia’s music is at the highest decibel possible meaning she must be mad at her boyfriend. Cursing, I get out of bed, throw on my pajama pants, and stomp out of my room. As I am walking down the hall I check my little brother Aristide's room and see he is not there. That is not surprising, he may be at the basketball court out back.

Once I make it to Cinzia's room, I try knocking a handful of times, but as loud as her music is she can’t hear me. Pissed, I open her door. She is on the bed, headphones on, eyes closed. Walking over to her radio, I look around her room and notice she has removed all of the posters of the boy band heartthrobs she used to have up and it is replaced with, well, mob posters like the godfather, sopranos, etc. I don't know whether to be worried or what.

When the music is turned down, I walk over to her bed and touch her shoulder. She jumps, her entire face one of shock and fear until she sees me and gives me her pissed-off face. “What the hell, Luna? You scared me to death,” she says holding her chest.

“Sorry but the music, seriously.” She looks a little contrite.

“Sorry. I’m just…”

“Pissed at Harry.” Yeah.

“Wanna talk about it?” I ask, moving her hair from her face. She looks like she is thinking about it. Then she shakes her head.

“No. I’ll be alright.” Nodding I am about to leave her room, when Aris comes running into the room his face streaks of tears. An alarm rises inside of me wondering if someone has hurt him.

“Aris, what's wrong?” his body is shaking as he grabs Cin’s remote and turns on the news. At first, I don’t know what I am looking for and I am so busy worrying about him that I am not paying attention until I hear our last name, the word assassination. Cinzia gasps beside me and all I hear is wind in my ears.

“Oh my god. Papa is dead.” Cin cries. I shake my head not believing it.

No. No. There is no way. My father is invincible. Smarter. Always prepared. He is alive. He has to be. Right?

Too bad I didn’t how true and fucked up all of those statements will turn out to be.