Mafia Queen

Chapter 1

It has been quiet lately ever since my cousin left to have his own family. I was the only Di Angelo left here in Italy.

After eliminating Sol's enemies to guarantee his family's security and safety, it has been quite boring recently. We took them down for two years and after that, it was just too quiet for my liking.

Sol would always prefer peace and order. That's why my babbo wanted him to lead the family. But their goals didn't mean we are exempted against other mafias' envy and hatred. In fact, we are the number one on their list despite our reputation as the leading mafia in the entire world.

Babbo was named the Mafia King. Sol took over his spot and now... there's me.

A woman who is leading one of the world's biggest mafia.

Sol never showed his face. However, I opted for a different approach.

People needed to know that Sol, who was said to be the King, was actually a Queen. It was to divert their attention from my cousin to me.

And now after the cleaning we did a year ago, I thought for sure someone will try to come after me.

"What's with that sigh, Cara?"

"About damn time, Ivanov." I watched Vassily take a seat right across from me. He was looking at me in amusement. His men joined my men who stayed behind us.

I had been waiting for him on the patio. The weather was lovely and I figured I would wait for him here.

The Ivanov family was our number one partner. My father and Vassily's father, Viktor, were the closest. The two shared the same ideals when it comes to the family. The three of us practically grew up together.

"What exactly do you need from me? You know Moscow is not a walking distance from here." He joked, brushing his blonde hair as the wind messed up his once well kept hair.

"Oh, please. I wouldn't have called you if I knew you're still in Russia. You're only here anyway to play so why not make the most of it?"

He eyed me incredulously. "Alright, you got me. And before that, I came here to ask for a favor. But that had been resolved the moment I landed here."

One of the maids then came to serve him coffee and left right after. Vassily immediately drank the coffee. A second later, he spurted out the coffee.

"Ivanov, you are such a disgusting man."

"What the fuck! This is disgusting! You know I don't like black coffee. What the fuck, Cara!"

I chuckled. "You need to watch your sweet intake, amico mio."

He rolled his eyes. "Just get on with it. If you're just going to play pranks then I'm off."

"Oh, don't be childish." I stared at him for a while as he wiped the splattered coffee in his tattooed arms. "Have you thought about marriage, Vassily?"

He returns his attention to me. He stared before answering. "I did." He fixes himself on his seat. "You know it's not the same as before, Cara. With our parents being dead, Angelo with his new family..."

"Perhaps you would like my proposal then."

His attention perked. He raised a brow questioningly.

"I'm going to offer you a marriage proposal, Vassily Ivanov." His eyes widened in surprise. "A marriage that will both benefit our families and one that would surely make our parents happy."

His lips quirk a little. "I have always wanted to have a fierce wife."

We both grinned in agreement.

We were both in our late twenties and in our line of work, we do not trust easily with other people especially when they're going to be our husband or wife. We learned that the hard way when Sol, who was once a womanizer, brought a woman who almost killed him if I wasn't able to step in and blow her brains out.

The memory brought shivers down my spine at the image of my naked cousin and the woman was on top of him naked as well. She had the knife on her back ready to lodge it on his throat. I was never the one to trust easily even back when I was just a thirteen year old girl. I knew that woman was up to no good when I smelled fish in the air.

I figured it's high time for me to get married and have an heir for the family. Truthfully, being the only Di Angelo left in here added a major part to the pressure. Vassily Ivanov had the same circumstance as mine and with our families being close, it was only logical that we fitted for marriage. And when I bore a child, I would be confident to leave the mafia to him for a while. Not only that, it will also bring happiness to our families... even though they're no longer here with us.

"Boss." Franco, my right hand, pulled us out of our discussion.

Ever since Leo followed Sol, Franco easily replaced him as the second in command. He was after all our best tracker.

I turned to him, catching Piero walking away who had just seemed to deliver the news to Franco.

"What is it?"

"I don't think you would like this news." My eyes narrowed at the thought. "Our shipment last night suddenly disappeared."

"Where is Alvaro?"

"He's not here. His wife had just given birth so he asked for a leave. He'll probably be off for a month."

"Cazzo. Of all the fucking times, Alvaro had to be on his leave. Did you manage to retrieve the trace of the shipment?"

"No." My face darkened. "But we managed to find the name of the person who hacked into the system. He goes by the name of Link."

"Location?"

"New York."

I smirked. "Someone who dared to hack into one of our systems, hijacking our shipment worth almost a billion dollars, making it disappear from our own radar. My, my~ whatever shall we do?"

The ship contains countless firearms of all sorts hence the cost. The vessel was supposed to be headed in North America. Alvaro was in charge of tracing all the shipments. He was the best tracker online. Unfortunately, he's not here.

Just the thought of torturing or killing this daredevil excites me. He will entertain my growing boredom.

"Need some help, my future wife?" Vassily asked in amusement. I could see the glint in his eyes that he understood what I was thinking.

"Oh, no, my future husband. This one is all mine. There's nothing more exciting than playing with your prey."

He chuckled. "As expected of you."

"Apologies, Ivanov, I'm afraid we'll have to postpone discussing our marriage." I said as I stood. "You're free to stay here in the estate. You know your way here anyways and of course your room. I'm sure the people here offer better services than the hotels here."

He nodded. "Be safe."

I then leave a kiss on his cheek before leaving. I have a flight to catch. Destination, New York.