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The childhood of someone who had a disabled father and a german mother who would always deny your dreams. That was you, you grew up in a farm. Sure, it was exhausting, but atleast you had the animals as your friends, you wanted to escape the farm, live your life outside. But making money was hard. But the times you do got the chance of going outside, you had to wear a mask and always go to the pharmacy.

But you always saw that building, tucked in the corner, yet all the wealthy people would go there. You could practicly smell the wealthyness off of them. It made you angry, but you never let that anger show, you just got to the pharmacy and payed for your father's medicine and got away. But always made sure you got a folder of the casino. So late in the night, you saw all of the important dates, special nights, the days where the Joe Masseria would go in the center of the stage and talk about how his life was. You'd heard some things, from the people around whispering. How disgusting he was, but you never noticed how someone of his genes was watching you, above the balcony of the casino. You never listened that long to know that he had a daughter who was two years older than you.

But when you turned 18, your father and mother passed away. You got the money they spared, for you when you got 'married to the man they would find for you'. And you rode to the city again, on your old bike, a bag sitting on the back of the bike where one of your mother's dresses were that looked fancy enough. When you finally got to the city, you hopped off of your bike and turned a corner and changed into the dress so no one would suspicious, before you entered the casino. Still unaware of the pair of eyes on you.

Safe to say, it was packed and disgusting. Couples making out in every corner, 16 year old girls dancing and kissing their 50 year old man. You had made it to the main room, looking around, until a man in a black suit stepped infront of you and asked for you name. So, you said your name, but in a german accent, making your name seem more wealthier, the man surprisingly believed you, letting you through. But you missed the moment where the man made a hand signal to the guard who was standing by the stairs and grabbed the phone where he stood by.

"Yeah, thank you George. I already saw her. She's like a sheep dressed as a wolf in the wolves cave."

The feminine voice said as she answered the phone, standing on the balcony in the building, her eyes locking on your figure in the casino. Before she ended the phone. Her eyes constantly watching you, like a cat waiting for the right moment to catch her prey.

As you continued to squeeze through the multiple people, you accidently bumped into a man's chest. Who already had his arm wrapped around your waist like it was normal.

"Hey beautiful, shouldn't you get the better drinks?"

He asked, you were too confused about everything to notice that he was trying to take advantage of you.

"Uhm, sure, yeah, I would like that."

You answered awkwardly. Letting the man take you up the stairs. But his moments were ruined as the guard there stopped him. Letting a groan escape his lips, he sighed, before trying to go down the stairs, but the guard grabbed your arm, pulling you next to him, his grip tight.

"Miss, I suggest you won't try to struggle, or else we will use force on you."

He added, before taking you with him up the giant staircase, before pushing you into the first door that he saw. You looked around the room, until a voice broke the silence.

"My my, for someone being bad at pretending to being wealthy, you do get quite the attention."

The feminine voice sad, making you look at the bed, where she sat, wearing a silk dress that hugged her curls and some expensive heels, holding a cigarette like she owned the place, which she probably does. You had a confused expression on your face, confused about the whole situation.

"The name's Cairo. But I do get quite the impression you don't belong here."

She added, taking a hit of the cigarette and letting the smoke free.