His Act of Possession✔️

Chapter One.

D A V I N A
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I watch as my target relaxes into his chair, with a glass of tequila in his right hand. He continues to flip through the channels, and lets out a big yawn. I flip the safety off of my gun, and focus on his movements. His breathing was unsteady, as it should be. But, why do I care? He's going to die anyway.

I place my finger onto the trigger, before letting go. The bullet slices through the air, going right through his head. The bullet leaves a hole through the crown of his head, blood slowly making its way onto his soon-to-be blood stained polo.

I click on my ear piece, and speak into it. "Done." I get up from my crouched position, and make my way down the building. I was on the roof for the kill, it would obviously make everything easier.

I slide right in to my black lambo, and start the engine. I place my gun safely into the back seat, along with my other guns. Ever since I was a little girl, I had been obsessed with guns. I got my first gun when I was 8, it was absolutely gorgeous.

Growing up in the mafia has always been hard. Now, I wasn't the heir, my older brother is. Though he's considered to be a misfit within our family, I still love him with everything I have. With the arguments and trauma we both went through, we still stayed together. Sure we bicker, but what siblings don't?

I find my way to my home, basically my parents mansion. My car takes me down the long driveway, and I park into my garage. We all had our own garages, which was nice. I grab my guns and ammo from the back seat, and quickly lock the doors of my car.

I walk through the side door, and reach the foyer. I stand there, with my gun in one hand, and my other hand on my hip.

"Hey, Dav." My brother, Rafael, walks towards me. "What's up?" I ask, fixing my hair in a mirror in the hallway.

"Nothing, how did the mission go?" He asks me.

"Not bad, it was kind of easy." He hums, and we stand there in a comfortable silence.

"Where's Dad?" I ask, and we both walk up the long staircase.

"Office." He smiles, throwing an arm around my shoulder.

"What the fuck did I say about touching?" I nearly growl, pushing his arm off.

"What? You skin is really smooth, makes me jealous." He sighs sadly, and pouts like a baby.

"Don't make me push you off the stairs." I roll my eyes with a small smile, and we laugh it off.

I've always been mean to everyone around me. With the amount of chances I've given, you'd think I would have a large group of people I trust. But they each went out of their way to do something shitty, which is whatever.

I knock on my Father's door, and hear a gruff 'come in.'

I open the door, and plop myself on to one of the chairs in front of his big, mahogany desk. He looks up from the computer in front of him, gives me one bored look and continues his work. Well, that's nice.

"How did the mission go?" He questions, his fingers tapping against the keyboard. "It was alright, he's dead."

"Good, as it should be." He nods, and I wait for a compliment. Wow, I'm so proud of you. Wow Davina, you're amazing, don't know how you did it.

"Which is why I should inherit the mafia." I add on, cocking an eyebrow.

"..And we've been through this every day, you're not the fucking heir. Besides.." He looks up from the keyboard, "You're a girl." Oh.

"That's doesn't mean shit, so what I am a girl? I grumble, turning my head and looking out the window into the endless fields.

"Why can't Rafael and I both share the position?" I offer, turning my head to face him again.

"Yes, because every strong country and organization is run by two leaders." He rolls his eyes, before leaning back into his chair. "I also have something to talk to you about."

"Well, get on with it, I don't have that much time." I say, giving him my undivided attention.

"Well, as you may know, the Russian's have been trying to destroy our mafia for the past few years. Now, it's been said that the Russian's and the French have formed an alliance."

"Jesus fuck." I sigh, angrily.

"With that being said, there's no way we'll ever beat them if they start a war." He states.

"I agree; Now, what are we going to do?"

"I'm not sure how you're going to react to this, but Santi Rossi reached out to me the other day."

"I think the fuck not!" I scoff, hopping up from my chair.

"Sit the fuck down, don't raise your fucking voice at me, girl." He sneers, making me instantly sit down.

"You will do as I say, Rafael's already on board, and his opinion is more important than yours."

"He just agrees to whatever the fuck you say because he doesn't have a mind of his own." I voice, sighing with annoyance.

"Enough, you are dismissed." And with that, I walk the fuck out.

How the fuck am I going to do this?

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