Alex.
"Your dad wants to meet you", Scarlet said softly while knocking my door.
My heart dropped.
Sweats started to form on my forehead,
I was breathing heavily.
What could he want now?
I wiped the sweats off my forehead with the edge of my sleeve shaking.
My dad was the only person I fucking fear in this world.
He was ruthless, fucking murderer who kills without getting any second thoughts. He wouldn't care who the hell you are, he wouldn't show any single feeling.
Growing up in a Mafia was nothing what it looks like. They made it feel like an easy task all you got to do is fuck around and kill anyone you see but in reality its nothing like it.
Its a living hell.
They create a monster inside you, and that takes alot training. My training started the second l entered this world.
They were cruel to me, cruel enough to make me go numb to not feel shit.
My dad always had me torture people, at first their screams hurt you making your inside twitch, but eventually you start enjoying it all, their screams give you peace, they are like music to your ears.
Their cries of pain satisfy you, knowing that they are in pain makes you happy.
I was 22 years old and the youngest in the mafia. I was the second in command. I was best at getting information out of people because that involves torture.
The world knew me by the name 'Ice' it reflects my soul. My heart was cold as Ice.
That was how they wanted it to be, I was made cold so that no one could hurt me. No feelings could ever get in my way.
Mafia had some of the rules and the first one was,
MAFIA OVER LOVE, MAFIA OVER LIFE, ONLY WAY TO QUIT IS TO DIE.
Being the second in command and the daughter of the fucking Satan himself I couldn't love or ever be loved.
Love is a curse in the world of Mafia, all you'll ever get from it is death.
My father was married to my mother due to a contract and he fucking killed her after I was born.
Thats how he was, he kills anyone he wants.
With shaking hands l knocked the door of the monster's room,
Yes, monsters are real,
So are ghosts and the devils,
They don't live with us,
But they live inside us,
Within us.
"Come in" a deep voice with thick Russian accent spoke making shivers run down my spine.
With small quivering steps, I entered the room closing the door behind me.
He was sitting on his desk doing some of the paper work for Mafia.
"You called for me?" My voice came out confident unlike l was feeling right now.
"Yes, I did. Sit." He said as he motioned me towards the chair infront of him.
With slow steps l took a seat infront of him patiently waiting for him to speak.
"I made a deal with the devil, and l do not regret that," he started off looking at me dead in my eyes making my stomach twitch in fright.
What devil is he talking about?
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RomanceLucifer Hernandez is The King of French Mafia. He is the devil himself. He is dangerous, he is cold, he is ruthless. No one wants to cross him. He is used to of getting what he wants. Alexandra Smith the heir of Russian Mafia, she is also known as '...
