The Mafia's Princess

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Mia

Groaning at the sound of my alarm, i lazily got up from my bed and went in the shower then changed into a black outfit. Hiding my guns and blades, i stepped out of the room and made my way downstairs.

"Daughter." the voice of my dad stopped me from opening the door, "Make sure you do a good work or consequences await, understand?" I replied with a nod before leaving.

I don't know who the fuck he thinks he is. He is not even a Mafia leader for fuck's sake. Mafia leaders just give him money for the work that I do. It's unfair if you ask me.

There were a thousand of questions running in my head.

How am i gonna do it without getting killed in the process?

I heard about his father and brother even his mother. They're all gonna come after me. They'll want me dead.

I finally arrived where the new recruits were waiting. Rafael said a black bus will come at a certain time and pick them all up so, i went to stand next to them.

"Hey." A blonde haired girl approached me, attempting to start a conversation. I thought she sounded nice for a second but was wrongly proved when she spoke again. "are you like me?" She asked as i looked at her in confusion. Noticing my confusion, she continued, "Going there, just to get laid and fucked by the boss? U heard he is hot-" I immediately cut her off, slightly disgusted, "Shut up."

"They're here." someone yelled earning our attention, urging us inside the van which was kinda big. I found a seat at the back, just like how i wanted. Let's face it, back seats are everything.

After 20 minutes of road, we reached a huge mansion which was considered as a main house or so they said. It's where i'll be living for the next few days until im done with my mission.

"Get out." One of guards spoke, "The boss told me to take you to the training room." Another said as we followed behind and took us to a room full of men, blades and guns.

"Line up. Pick a gun. The boss said he'll be here in a minute." A guy dresses in black yelled, clapping his hands.

I picked a gun like he said and went to line up with the others, in front of us, was a plastic body for shooting purposes. To test our aims, to train us. I'd know.

I didn't realise i was lost in thoughts until someone cleared his throat in front of me, earning my full attention. Looking up, i was greeted with probably the most handsome man ive ever laid eyes on.

"Are you deaf?" He questioned in a serious tone. I raised my brows at him before replying, "No."

He sighed, gesturing to the plastic body "Shoot." And i did. I shot the plastic body and missed on purpose, the bullet hitting the wall behind it. By now, everyone's attention was on me.

"Oh damn." I faked surprised, "Im so bad at this. "Turning around, Alec's gaze was fixed on me, making me nervous as hell.

Since when does a guy's gaze on me makes me nervous?

Alec

She missed on purpose. I just knew it. She knew exactly what she was doing and she aimed for the wall instead of the fake body.

The only question running in my thoughts is, Why would she miss on purpose?

"What the—" My brother looked at her, his brows furrowed in confusion- proving that he noticed the same thing i did.

Walking towards her, i placed my hands on hers and aimed the fake body.

"Why'd you miss on purpose?" I whispered, earning a shrug from her. "I don't know what you mean." She shot the body in the middle.

"Whats your name?" i asked

"Isabella." She replied

"Why are you lying?"

"Im not."

"You don't look like a girl named Isabella."

"Don't i?" She questioned with an eye roll, crossing her arms after i took the gun from her hands.

Why is she talking to me like that? Im her fucking boss. She works for me. Better question, why am i not doing anything to her?

"Okay," i started, ignoring her way of talking back to me, "Now pick a knife and throw it on your target. Make sure you aim a part on the body and not the wall." I ordered to the new recruits.

They all went to pick a knife and started throwing it at the fake bodies in front of them- missing. Some aren't even touching the goddamn body. Isabella or whatever her name was, included. Was she doing this on purpose as well or is she just bad with knives?

"Look at her," An unfamiliar high pitch voice spoke, "She can't even throw a knife." My gaze fell on the girl who made this comment, defining earning a reaction from Isabella. Her grip tight on the knife gave it away.

"Yeah," Another girl spoke, "She couldn't even shoot."