Till Death Do Us Part

Run

Hi! This is a boring first chapter I know but I promise they will get better! I have a hell of a lot planned for this book so check for updates. Sorry if I forget to update or I'm too busy to update but I will try to update regularly. Thanks for reading :)

POV: Arya Boytsov 

My father was beating the shit out of me. Again. I couldn't take it anymore. Fuck it. I stood up and punched him in the face and hard, standing my ground. His face filled with anger as he kicked my shin, making me fall to the marble floor. He stepped on my face and the last thing I remember was black. He was too strong for me.

"Shit, what time is it?" I woke up and looked over at my alarm clock. 7:00. I was going to be late for training if I didn't get up quickly. I took a morning shower and tied my hair up in a tight bun before getting changed into workout clothes. I would say I had a nice body as I was skinny and had nice curves. I never thought of myself as particularly pretty but I knew others did. 

I made my way to the kitchen where I beat last night and saw my father standing at the kitchen island. I tried to ignore him and get breakfast until he said something I thought I would never hear him say. "You can skip training today. You have to get ready for today" His face didn't show any emotion as I furrowed my eyebrows at his words. Why would I not do training today? I always did training, even if I was hurt from last night's beating.

"Why? What's happening today?" I questioned as my father rolled his eyes, almost not wanting to tell me. "You're getting engaged. Dante Stromson." What?! I can't get engaged. I'm only 17!  As thoughts were racing through my mind, my body showed no evidence of my thoughts. "I'm 17. You really couldn't wait one year for me to move out?" I knew I shouldn't have said that but I didn't care, I was leaving soon anyway. 

The realisation finally hit me after what was said next. "It's good for the mafia. Dante Stromson, leader of the Vikings. The Swedes." Dante Stromson? But, the leader of the Swedish mafia, one of the most advanced and most powerful mafias ever. I would rather be here, anywhere, than engaged to the man known as 'king'. I still refused to show emotion as I knew what consequences came from me doing so. 

"Just get out of my sight and start working on looking decent for your man" My father, Erik Boytsov spat at me before I saw my brother, Sage. I loved my brother, he was always nice to me and never hurt me. He never stood up for me either, even though he could easily win my father in a fight. I still loved him, no matter what. He was my oldest sibling and the one I liked most. He was 22. I had three siblings total. 

There was Alexander, Alex for short, my youngest brother. He was still older because I was the youngest but he was only 19. My second oldest brother, Raul, was 20. He was also strong, all of my brothers were. They taught me how to fight and stand up for myself. I guess that was why I was known as the best assassin from a mafia. I was strong and could probably knock out my father but I refused to. I was almost immune to his beatings now so I didn't care but I knew he would kill me if I even tried to knock him out. 

"Dad, be kind to her. She's your only daughter" Sage reminded my father and he just rolled his eyes. Jerk. "It's ok, Sage. I'll be gone soon, anyway" I attempted to walk out of the kitchen and get away from my father but I felt a hand pull me back. "What?! Dad! What does she mean?" He pulled me back into the kitchen and blocked the doorway. "I'm getting engaged. To 'Dante Stromson' The king" I still couldn't believe my father would go this far just to get me out of the way. 

"What Sage? She's 17. Her only use to me now is helping me with alliances with the swedes." Mocked my father. I was disgusted that he basically said I was useless. I was the best assassin, how was I useless? He was just trying to frustrate me as always. Sage's face began to flood with rage as he grabbed my arm and took me to the living room. 

"Look, your 17. You can't be engaged and especially not to 'the king'. I want you to run, Arya. Don't tell anyone but pack your shit and run. I will try to get dad busy while you go." My brother demanded as I scoffed at him. "No way, I would rather go with him than be homeless in the woods. Anyways, I would be recognised too quickly and be returned to father within hours" 

The chance of me actually succeeding at running away without being caught within the first few hours was slim to none. I can't believe that Sage would tell me to run. He knew what father would do if I got caught. I would get put in a cell and never let out. I would be a prisoner, someone who had betrayed the mafia. I wasn't going to try to run away, my mind was set.