Mafia Princess

The piercing shriek of your alarm ripped you from sleep. With a groan, you slammed a hand down, sending the offending device crashing to the floor – the third one this week. Damn, progress, you thought wryly, pulling yourself out of bed. The usual morning routine followed: shower, teeth, skincare, the rest. You grabbed your bag, gave a final check, and headed downstairs.
Stepping outside, the cool air hit your face. Your hand touched the tablet by the door, the soft click confirming it was locked. Satisfied, you walked towards your motorcycle, the familiar glint of chrome a comforting sight. Another day of pretending at school awaited. Your mind drifted to Serenity, safe with Henry this week. Then to Diana, your ride-or-die, and Stephanie, away visiting family. Just another Thursday, until a phone call changed everything.