My cowboy mobster

- POV LAYLA

Mom always made it clear to me that things were easier before she left.

But unfortunately, the disease took over her lungs and took her away from us, leaving my father alone with two girls to raise.

I don't want to be selfish and think that fate hates us. It took me a few years to get over how much I missed her, and I still do, only now with less intensity.

It wasn't easy not having someone to tell about my first time menstruating, but my father was a warrior, he was and still is interested in my opinion and that of my sister.

Except for now, when he says we're going to move to some fucking place in Texas called Braston City, come on. Who the hell puts a name like that on a city?

From what Mali has researched, the city has no network coverage, so that's what's going to happen to us in a nutshell.

We'll be leaving civilization and going back to cave times, but I understand my father, he worked hard to give us a good future and financial stability, the problem was that the company he worked for went bankrupt and everyone lost money, including him.

So either we move to Texas or we join the homeless.

I'm not a very social person, and that doesn't bother me so much, but Maria Luiza has been having a fit of hysterics since my father announced our departure.

Which happens to be today.

But there's someone who's quite happy about it, my snake of a stepmother, a hot model, who unfortunately fell out of favor with my father.

At first, she was sweet and gentle, but it was only after she won him over that she showed her true face, to me and my sister of course.

"MARIA LUIZA COLLINS! COME ON!" I shout and hear her sigh as she drags her suitcase and closes the door to her room.

"Why does the world hate me? What did I do wrong in my last life to pay for it in this one? Why does living without Wi-Fi drive me crazy just imagining it?"

"There are books we can read," I suggest, and we look at each other and smile.

"You're a good joker as if I'm interested in reading, I like going out, living life."

"And I love our father above all these things, so I suggest you shut your mouth and support him, we don't even know what the city is like, we don't have the right to complain on a full stomach."

"You're such a goody-goody that you make me dizzy... hold me... hold me, I'm going to fall," she says, putting her hand to her chest, pretending to faint.

Ordinary.

"Stop being silly and get your bags into the car... Dad's waiting."

"And what are you still doing here?"

"Waiting for you, I can't stand being in the same place as that snake for long."

"Then let's go before she poisons our father even more." She says, pulling her suitcase and I follow her.

(...)

"Dad, we're going to have our place, aren't we?" Maria asks and Antonela smiles, making fun of her.

"Darling, we're not going to live in an apartment, because the city doesn't have buildings, but we're going to stay in a beautiful house given to us by Mr. Caccini, my boss."