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Filha do morro, se envolve com mafioso
Lana
first_person_protagonist, female. She is a young woman living in a small town with her father. She is determined, naive, and headstrong. Lana becomes entangled in a dangerous situation when she discovers her boyfriend Jack is involved with a powerful mobster. Despite her father's warnings, she ignores his advice and tries to win Jack back after a fight separates them. Her curiosity and desire to understand complex emotions lead her into the midst of organized crime, where she meets the mobster's son.
Jack
side_character, male. He is Lana's onagain, offagain boyfriend. He is impulsive, passionate, and conflicted. Jack shares a deep physical connection with Lana but struggles with emotions due to his family's influence. His tumultuous relationship with Lana is marked by frequent fights, including one where he left Lana crying after accusing her of being like his exgirlfriend. Despite this, he continues to pursue Lana, though he eventually ends up with another woman, revealing his inability to commit to Lana despite their shared history.
Mickey Spade
side_character, male. He is the son of a powerful mobster and involved in organized crime. He is intimidating, seductive, and enigmatic. Mickey meets Lana at a bar where she accidentally spills a drink on him. Despite their initial awkwardness due to language barriers, their attraction is undeniable. His mysterious demeanor and presence in town stir intrigue in Lana, who becomes curious about his role in the mob family despite the danger it poses to her.
"Stay away from him, Lana."
My father's words ring in my head.
I knew he was going to be mad when he found out, but I never expected him to be this angry.
"Did you hear me? That guy is trouble. You don't want to mess around with him."
"I know, Dad. I'm not planning on seeing him again."
I lied.
I couldn't help it.
I had to see him again.
I couldn't stop thinking about him.
It was like my body was on fire, and the only way to put out the flames was to see him again.
My phone buzzes, and I look down at the screen.
It's Jack; he's texting me again.
He wanted to see me tonight, but I couldn't.
I was too scared.
I didn't know what would happen if my father found out, but I couldn't stop thinking about him either.
I send a quick text back and hope that he understands.
"Hey, I'm not feeling so good tonight. Maybe we can catch up tomorrow?"
"Are you okay? Did something happen?"
He texts back immediately.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just stressed with school and all that. I'll talk to you tomorrow."
"Okay," he texts back after a few minutes.
I wait until Dad's snores rumble through our thin walls before sliding out of bed.
My boots are hidden under loose floorboards, the same spot where I used to stash candy as a kid.
The familiar creak of my window makes me freeze, but Dad's snoring continues.
Outside, the cool night air hits my face as I lower myself onto the oak branch beside my window.
My heart pounds when my foot slips on wet bark, but I manage to climb down.
Pulling my jacket tight, I check my phone's GPS.
Jack's house is twenty minutes away by foot.
I take a deep breath and start walking, knowing there's no turning back now.
The walk to Jack's feels endless.
I stick to the shadows of buildings and trees, my heart pounding whenever a car passes.
The night air bites through my thin jacket, making me shiver.
I check my phone for what feels like the hundredth time - no messages from Jack, and it's already past midnight.
Finally reaching his street, I pause behind Mrs. Peterson's rose bushes to catch my breath and scan for any signs of movement.
Jack's bedroom window glows faintly blue from his TV.
I creep across his front lawn, cursing quietly when my boots squish in the wet grass.
As I reach the window, Jack's face appears, illuminated by the screen's light.
"Lana, what are you doing here? It's late," he whispers, eyes wide with surprise.
"I had to see you," I reply, my voice trembling slightly. "There's something I need to know—why did my father warn me about you?"
I hesitate, my heart pounding as I grip the wooden frame.
The TV's blue glow illuminates Jack's face while he steps back, giving me space to climb through.
My boots scrape against the siding as I awkwardly maneuver inside, trying not to make too much noise.
I stumble on the landing, catching myself on his desk.
The room smells of cigarettes and cologne - Jack's signature scent that always made me dizzy with wanting him.
He closes the window behind me, and I notice his hands shaking slightly.
The familiar posters on his walls and the rumpled bed sheets make this feel surreal, like I'm watching myself from outside my body.
I freeze at the sound of footsteps in the hallway.
My eyes dart to Jack's panicked face.
He shoves me toward his closet, but I trip over a pile of dirty clothes.
The doorknob turns before I can hide.
Sarah stands in the doorway, holding a steaming mug.
Her eyes widen at the sight of me sprawled on her brother's floor.
Instead of calling for their parents, she quietly closes the door behind her.
The smell of hot chocolate fills the room as she sets the mug on Jack's desk.
She sits cross-legged on his bed, patting the space beside her.
"Lana, you need to tell us what's going on," Sarah says softly, her eyes filled with concern.
I sit up, brushing off the dust from my jeans, and look between them. "Dad said Jack's family is involved in something dangerous, but he wouldn't tell me what."
Jack glances at Sarah before speaking, his voice low and serious. "Lana, there's a lot you don't know about your father either."
His words hang in the air as Sarah looks at me, her eyes filled with a mix of sadness and something else I can't quite place.
Jack paces around his room, checking his phone every few seconds.
The hot chocolate cools on his desk, untouched.
The silence is heavy with unspoken words.
I glance out the window at the oak tree's dark silhouette against the moonlit sky.
Something moves in the shadows - a shape shifting against the trunk.
I stand up, my heart racing as I step closer to the window.
Jack follows my gaze and moves beside me.
The shape is gone, but I can feel eyes on us from the darkness outside.
Sarah joins us at the window, her breath fogging the glass as she speaks in a hushed voice.
"What is it?"
Jack reaches for the curtains to close them, but freezes mid-motion.
His face drains of color as he stares at something outside.
I follow his gaze to a spot near the base of the oak tree.
A dark shape is huddled there, partially hidden by leaves. The room feels colder as we watch the figure move closer to the house.
A distinct scraping sound echoes through the night air - metal against wood, like fingernails on a chalkboard.
Sarah grabs my arm, her fingers digging into my skin as we hear it again, louder this time.
