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She said she didn’t want commitment previously, but now she’s got us both on our knees, ready to take any and every order.
Chapter twelve
Marfa
@devils_sovereign
”Well, well, well, look who's finally decided to wake up?" the voice cackled.
Fuck, I slowly open my eyes, look around, and see the bane of my existence. Marcello fucking Barone.
Where am I, and how did this asshole get me here? Did he fucking drug me? He must have, because the last thing I remember was someone being in my apartment. I check over my body, not seeing or feeling any marks. Had to be a sedative.
“I was going to hack into Blair’s phone and act like it was her texting you, but it seemed easier to grab you once I knew you lived in herbuilding.”
1“How the fuck do you know, Blair?” I spit with rage. He’s not going to hurt her for something I’m sure my dumbass father has done.
“Oh, your BFF didn’t tell you?” I’m giving him the most unamused look I can muster. “That’s my niece.” He chuckles with a shit-eating grin on his face. I’m sure the complete shock that is written all over mine makes him realize that I don’t know Blair like I thought I did. Fuck, was that friendship all curated? “We don’t share the same last name, so that’s always been easy to hide.”
I look around, trying to figure out where I am, and it looks like he has me in some kind of warehouse. Who the hell knows where? My hands are zip-tied behind my back, and each leg is then tied to a leg of the wooden chair I’m in. I only see Marcello, but I’m not dumb enough to think he doesn’t have at least three goons outside guarding the place.
“Why the fuck am I here, Marcello?” I know how these little interrogations go, and I hate to tell him, but I’ve been out of my father’s thumb for far too long to know what the fuck he’s been up to. I’m about to break that news to him when he starts talking.
“Your slimy father is messing with someone very special to me.” Why does he sound likehe has a heart right now? “Igor has been a pain in my ass from the beginning of my taking over the Vegas. I should’ve killed him then.”
“And what the hell am I supposed to do about that?” I think he expected me to shut down after he told me he should have killed my father.Oh, does he have a rude awakening coming?With a wicked smile, I shock him and say, “You honestly should have killed him. It would have saved me from a lot of pain and suffering at that man’s hands. He’s a vile human being.”
“That’s my plan, and I want you to take over and run the Russians.”
“What the fuck did you just say?”
“You heard me. Don’t play the dumb-bitch routine with me, Marfa. I know that your father trained you as soon as you could walk, and knowing him, he probably beat you for every mistake. It’s not normal, and you know that.” He’s talking about me being a female and being trained like a son would’ve been. Most mafia leaders want sons to take over their empire. Mine didn’t give a shit what I had between my legs, which was good and bad at times. He just didn’t want anymore kids, and he sure as hell wasn’t handing his precious empire over to a distant relative. He trained me in anything you can think of. Hand-to-hand combat, Jiu-Jitsu, guns, knives, how to manage the people under your reign, manipulation,the shipments of illegal products, and all the businesses you keep for the legal side of things to keep everything covered up. It’s a lot, and it was all drilled into my skull at a very, very young age. I don’t talk about this shit with anyone. I honestly don’t even know how Marcello found out I trained in Igor’s boot camp from hell.The boot camp that was made for me and me only.
If I were a normal mafia princess, I would’ve been the submissive virgin girl who listens to whatever anyone in any kind of power says to do.I’m gagging even thinking about it. It’s why my father started training me to take over the business.
It bit him in the ass, though. I never wanted the business. Especially if he was going to still be around to complain about how I was running it, or even better, beat on me until I got whatever it was, right.
He trained me well, and I finally got big enough while he got older, and I was able to hold my ground in the end. I was over it, though. I removed myself so far from this world and never looked back. Until just this moment.
Shaking out of my thoughts, “Okay… what do you need me to do?”
“I’m going to kill your father within the next week. I really don’t want you anywhere near it, but you need to be ready to go in after and run everythingsmoothly. I need you on my side. You’ll be given more territory and can work alongside me.”
“Don’t need anymore territory. I need you to take all of his little army out with him. I can help if you want me to. Kinda miss being in the chaos and being able to bust some heads for ole time’s sake. None of those slimy fucks are going to be loyal to me.”
“That’s fine. You can have some of my men for the time being, and they can train your new recruits. You can join in. I’ll get Vincent to send over the info.”
“Can you untie me now?” I say dryly.
“You’re not going to go ballistic again, are you? I had to dose your ass to get you here.”
“You broke into my goddamn apartment while I was streaming. Pretty much naked, I might add. What the hell did you expect?” Okay, so maybe he was decent enough to dress me in a t-shirt and biker shorts before bringing me here, but still, fuck him.
“Quit with the dramatics. I was there to get a job done. I only have eyes for one woman.”
“We easily could have had a civil conversation in my apartment, but no, you had to pull the damn theatrics out, didn’t you? It’s not a dick measuring contest, Marcello.”Who is this woman?
“That mouth of yours is going to get you killed.” He spits, annoyed.