But his eyes. His eyes sent shivers down my spine, they were sadist, mocking me.
You know how in fairy tales there's always a monster? His worse far worse than the villain who poisoned snow white, or locked Cinderella up.
He haunted my dreams, chas...
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"The devil wears Prada."
Valarie Hernandez,
It felt surreal. Being back within the living. It felt like a dream as I walked across the large garden towards where the family cemetery was. My red dress dragged behind me, my hair was pinned up to perfection showing of the tattoo of the mafia. A dragon.
I scoffed seeing the large crowd that mama seemed to invite. Everyone except me. Just as I was a few feet away they began lowering the coffin into the ground. It was a red coffin with Spanish engravings on it.
*Al infierno descendere y al infierno tu me seguiras.*
(To hell I shall descend and to hell you shall follow)
No one noticed me standing at the back but I noticed we had an extra red today. I cocked my gun and shot three bullets into the sky as the girl jumped ready for action in the ballgown dress of hers. Ace had his guns out and ready to shoot same as Salvador. Whereas mama just simply looked pissed off as soon as her eyes landed on me.
"Traelo de nuevo. Quiero verlo. Asegurate de que no sea otro truco que el bastardo esta jugando." (Bring him back up. I want to see him. Make sure this isn't another trick the bastard is playing.)
There were slight gasps between the inner gang. I would understand their anger towards me. They loved Alessio. So do I. He made me whole, he was the only one who understood me in this family. He kept me protected all these years while the world thought I was dead.
He gave me my choice after mama kept insisting on marrying me to make some political alliance between another mafia. He trained me. Spent every weekend with me as a child. He protected me against papa.
The priest looked at me unsure as I raised my brow.
"Que diablos crees que estas haciendo?" My mother hissed at me. (What the hell do you think your doing?)
"Last chance." I kept my gaze steady as I raised my gun towards the priests head. He sent a quick apologetic look towards a very fuming mama of mine as he raised Alessio back up from the ground.
The small crowd parted ways as I walked through them towards the red coffin. The priest began opening the coffin for me as I held my breath praying to some kind of god that Alessio had a trick up of his sleeve.
That he would soon come in contact to me so I could help him keep the charade up. I begged and prayed with everything within me that he was alive somewhere out in the world. And that the coffin was merely empty.
But when I stood over Alessio's dead body. I wasn't surprised at the pang of disappointment and hurt within me. He knew his end was coming.
I plucked a red rose out of one of the many bouquets as I laid it between his hands. I bowed down as I kissed my brothers forehead goodbye.
"Estar tranquilo. Es mi turno de luchar." (Rest easy. It's my turn to fight.) I whispered maintaining my composure. I shall show no emotion. As I stood over the coffin that was lowered into the ground. I turned around and walked back into the mansion. Knowing that soon we shall celebrate the new king.
It was just as easy as that. You become their everything one day. Then the next day they have already replaced you. They have replaced every inch of you. The train of my dress followed behind as I walked up the stairs towards the floor where Alessio used to occupy. My heels clicked against the marble. The mansion was eerily quiet as every member had something to do today.
The stench of death surrounded his room as I walked around his room looking. Surveying. I wanted to cry. My heart felt as if it was on fire, as if someone had covered it in gasoline and set it alight.
I sat down on my knees at the end of Alessio's bed. It wasn't made. No one has come into this room ever since his death. His bed wasn't made. There was a red three piece armani suit laying on his covers waiting his return to address his kingdom. But he knew. He knew he wouldn't come back.
I inhaled sharply wanting to rip this dress off. To rip the corset off as I felt like the fire had spread to my lungs. I got up after what seemed like forever opening the double doors to his closet. I looked for my favourite blazer of his. I gripped it tightly as I inhaled his scent. It was whiskey, mixed with gunpowder, and a hint of cinnamon mixed with cigars that he used to smoke every time he was stressed.
I was about to get up as I heard soft foot steps. I grabbed the dagger that was in my hair as I threw it just a few inches from the girls head.
"Who let you up here?" I asked controlling the trembling of my voice. I heard her gasp slightly as she flinched. I didn't want to cry.
"I- I came back early from the service. Who are you?" She asked her grey iris were as dark as a storm. She looked at me, wanting to understand who I am. The air turned. She was beautiful I will admit but I wont fuck her. Not today at least. I formed a small smile on my red tinted lips.
"I should be asking the same question." She looked taken back,
"I'm family. Blood." She said. My chuckle turned into a full blown laughter as she looked embarrassed, her cheeks matching the same shade of red as her dress.
"No sweetheart. You aren't blood. You aren't familia." With each word I took a step towards her making her back up into the wall as I placed my hand on the wall caging her in slightly. She looked shocked and I could tell in those grey eyes of her, she was debating if she should take me on or not.
"These dresses that they put us in. They don't allow us to fight. And trust me sweetheart you don't want to go up against me for I will not stop until you lay there lifeless on the floor. And as for your earlier question. Valarie. Valarie Hernandez." A strand of her midnight black hair fell loose in her face as her face absorbed the impact of my words.
I smirked as I saw the shock of who I am settle in. I inched forward towards her, inches from her full red plump lips as I tucked the strand behind her ear.
"Don't embarrass yourself any further by calling yourself family. Until your ready to die for this mafia. You are nada." I whispered into her ear as my lips grazed the tip of her ear sending a shudder down. She stood perfectly still, not wanting to escalate this any further. I pulled my dagger out of the wall as I placed it back into my hair once again.
(Nothing.)
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What do we think of Valarie? As the story goes on. You will begin to understand how she survived and why the FBI thinks she is dead. Etc etc. But for a first impression what do you think? Let me know! Please comment and vote!
