Chapter 2
So, first, I need you to remember, I’m not your average mafia princess.
For one thing, you don’t see them standing in the shadows with their hands dripping in blood.
All my life, I’ve seen power all around me. Everywhere I look. I see it, but I can’t even touch it. Only the men can have it. That’s for a boy-child only.
Daddy has power. Even my idiot younger brothers have power. All the families above us have gushing torrents of power.
I’m tired of being close to power or being related to men with power. Seeing, feeling, and smelling power everywhere I go, never having any of my own makes my gut burn and my skin prickle hot with anger and frustration. They have no more right to it than I do.
I want it for me. Myself.
I don’t want to be married to power or to have access to it through a man. I want my own. To dress in it. Be wrapped and surrounded by it. Feel its glow all the way through me and let it flow over me and. Bathe, swim, shower, splash and dance in it. I want to wear power like jewels, like a crown. And not someone else’s power that they let me use.
Mine. My own.
And it’s the one thing I can never get. No matter what I do.
That’s what the rules all say.
Well, rules are made for breaking.