MAFIAS LOVE (WRITING)

Ameli

Violetta's POV
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Today
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I woke up to the sound of my alarm blaring beside me. My body buried itself under the sheets to block out the annoying disturbance. Even though I do this day after day, it felt like a task that took hours. I eventually got out of bed and headed towards my bathroom. My hair wasn't all over the place like the typical movie girl since I like to keep it neat before I sleep.

My bathroom was average for those of my class; sink, toilet, bathtub and shower.
I turned on the shower and waited for it to get steaming hot.

I placed my shower cap on in order to not get my hair wet for it to frizz up.

Once inside I let the water run against my skin. I normally take hot showers so the steam didn't bother me. I grabbed my loofah and body scrub and began to wash myself up.

While Im in here I should shave my legs.

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After Shower
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Once I finished bathing I sat down at my vanity. I first moisturized my skin and prepped my face for its daily due. After my look was done, I walked into my closet to find something to wear. Even though I could afford my own stylist no one I've hired has met my standards.

Sometimes I regret my choice of not having one but when you have high demands you expect people who work for you to meet them.

I wouldn't say I'm necessarily spoiled, but some say I am just not in front of my Father. It's not that I want to be, it's just the perks of being your Fathers only daughter. Things I didn't know exist made their way into my closet months before they were released. Heels, purses, coats, dresses.

Speaking of purses I should get that new mini handbag.

While skimming through my closet for outfit that fit my mood, I heard a knock outside of my door. There were only four people allowed to knock on my door; my Father, my friends, Ameli and Gabriella and Maria our maid.

Sometimes it's rude to interrupt.

In times like these I don't panic since I grew up around kidnappings and killings. Many people all over the world know where my Father and I live. Our life wasn't as private after she was killed.

'Your name?'
I called out.

Though my Father taught be about guns and training me to half or my potential, I never had to use my teachings. Hearing no response either meant they didn't hear me or they want me to make the first move.

I swear if I did all of this, just to die today.

I went into my dresser and pulled out my 9MM. I walked towards my door with my gun at my side. This has happened too many times for me to not be prepared, but my Father normally handled them. Like always I opened up the door in one swing. The tip of my gun was aimed to where the heart was located. Father made me practice this until my arms would burn.

'Bitch-'

'What the hell Mona!'

Of course it had to be her I almost killed. Instead of some buff guy attempting to kidnap me or worse. My dearest Ameli was at the head of one of my defenses.