Sylvie Maradona: The Story Of A Monster

Chapter 3: I Replaced You

{Winners don’t wait for chances, they take them}

00:23
John Rawlins, leader of the New York city police, entered his office in total dark. He threw his coat on an armchair in front of him. A cracked sound from the chair made him jump and he turned around to find a dark figure sitting there. A ghost that wasn't moving. He grabbed his gun from his belt and pointed towards the shadow.
"Who's there?" His voiced cracked for a minute in fear.
The chair turned around and he heard the wheels of the chair moving closer towards the desk. A small hand turned on the lamp. No words, just a familiar female figure.
"You fucking scared me you freak!" Rawlins said in relief.
"You don't have to be that rude towards me." The woman answered.
"I don't think words can hurt you." He said and sat on the couch, taking a deep breathe.
"Obviously." The ghost answered laughing. Her laugh was scary.
"Go ahead, what do you want?" he asked the woman.
"Nothing. I just wanted to pay a visit." She sounded so innocent, yet so creepy.
"Sylvie, for goodness sake, you never appear if you don't need something. Juts spit it out already."
A light laugh escaped her lips. Rawlins knew Sylvie since forever. As an effect he did know all her behaviours and masks, so it wasn't easy for her to hide from him. He was a great friend of her father and after Pablo's death, he was there for Sylvie, mentally and financially.
"I have a problem."
"Great." he murmured under his breathe "What can I do for your highness?" Half serious half joking, Rawlins knew very well that he always had to be an ally with Sylvie.
"Did you hear that Anderson was murdered right?"
He unfortunately did.
"X had me known a week ago."
  He didn't expect what was coming towards him. The two of them were always talking about murders X had planned.
"A cop of yours is suspecting me." Sylvie said while she was keeping her hands busy with a pen.
"What?" he froze. The last thing he could ever need in his life is Sylvie having problems with the police. She didn't answer to him. She kept playing with the pen. "Sylvie, what are you talking about?" Once again he received no answer. One, two, three...One, two, three...

  "We don't want to have problems, do we?" She said and her voice immediately dropped in a more serious tone.
"Make sure she does her job and nothing more. Was I clear?" Her dark brown eyes entered his soul. He felt like this woman was able to read his mind.
"Well, I think you should talk with X as well-"
A sharp knife slightly was pressed on his neck and her voice next to his ear was cold. He didn't even realise when she got next to him. The temperature went below zero in seconds. For a moment he thought he is about to die.
"Fuck X. You will be following my orders from now on."
"Sylvie -"
"No questions. Am I clear to all my requests?"
"You couldn't be clearest." He knew he could never fight back. He wasn't even 50% against her. He was respectfully following her orders while his last hope was X. The only person who could go against Sylvie.

  X was a person that no one had seen his face neither knew his real name. The most powerful of them all and his right hand was Sylvie. Nobody knew his name or had any idea what he might looked like. He was making the rules for the entire country through the underground and everyone was scared of him.
"Good. See you tomorrow at my place. You will come for a drink right?" Maradona asked while putting her knife back in her pants.
"I never miss such opportunities my dear."
She started leaving his office, her high heel boots echoed until she was lost in the dark. He threw his body on his chair while her scent was around the room. He had to admit it, Sylvie was scaring him. Sometimes he just wish she was dead already.
"Pablo, you did a lot of mistakes. And Sylvie was one of them."

Buenos Aires, Argentina, early 00's

A few years ago, the sun was bright that day. The flowers in the garden were dancing slowly with the wind as their partner. A perfect combination of the fresh air and the scent of the roses had take over the whole Maradona household.
"Maria! Sylvana! Don't forget the sugar for the desert!"
Felicia. Born in Buenos Aires, daughter of a doctor. She fell in love with the soldier Pablo Maradona who later became a general and their love gave birth to two beautiful girls. She loved her daughters equally. Even if the sisters were arguing all day.
"Felicia, will you come sit with us?"
And Pablo, the headmaster of the household. An excellent husband and amazing father.