Valentina Williams that is the girls name of this story, or at least she thought it was. Turns out that her whole life is a lie. Her real name was Valentina Hernandez.
Valentina finds out her whole life has been a lie when her 'parents' died. What...
My hair looked amazing, it was simple but beautiful.
It was straightened and came to a few inches above my belly button, the hair dresser saved as much as she could off of my hair.
She did a good job, just like the others who my aunts' and grandma's hair did.
When we finished we also went to a nail salon.
I just got some simple nails, just painting, I didn't take any acrylics or anything.
My normal nails were pretty long, so we didn't have too.
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I tried to make my nails match my dress and they did which I'm grateful for.
When we all finished we went back home.
When we arrived I jumped out of the car, saying goodbye to the others before walking inside.
It was lunch time, so all my brothers and dad were in the dining room.
Just for today, the mafia ball, were we all just getting ready in our own homes and not in the vacation mansion, why? I don't know.
I walked into the dining room and greeted the others, "Hey guys" I smiled and walked up too dad before he pulled me into a big embrace.
I hugged him back before also hugging the others.
Suddenly I got bombarded with compliments about my hair and nails which I blushed at which they then awed at, before thanking them.
When all the greetings were done, I sat down too and started eating a small bowl of fruit with a quarter of a sandwich.
"Principessa, there is something I want to ask you." Dad spoke.
I looked up from plate and stopped my conversation with Blake, "Mhm" I hummed showing him that I am indeed listening.
"So you know that we are going to the ball tonight right?"
"Yes" I responded, taking a bite of my sandwich.
"And you know how you have been training to join the mafia."
"Yes?" I asked curiously.
What is this going to lead too?
"So if you want there is a possibility that you can take your test today, at the ball. There is this tradition that children of mafia dons, can take their tests at the balls. Not everyone does it, but most do. And if you want too you can do the test today, but we wanted it to be your own chose if you want to or not. So what would you want to do?" Dad asked.
Do the test today.
I could join the mafia today if I completed and suck-seethed the test.
Yes, how sooner how better.
But, have I had enough training?
I mean what if I can't complete the tests?
What if I fail them?
What of a disappointment would I be?
"Bambima?" Antonio asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Mmh yeah?"
"What're you thinking about?"
"I-..Have I had enough training though, I mean what if i fail the test because I didn't have enough training? It would be a disaster, I would be a disappointment. I mean I don't even know what the test includes, I -..How does the test even work?" I started rambling.
"Honey, I can assure you that you've trained enough. It's all you've been doing for the fast few days. The chance of you failing is so so small, but even if you would you wouldn't be a disappointment. And the test is just a test. You will just need to shoot your gun and throw your knifes in certain targets. You will get something that you'll need to hack into and you will need to defuse a bomb, you can already do all this. Then the last thing you need to do is some fighting. You will just need to do the basics that you already can, but if you really think that you're not ready, than we can wait until you feel like you are." Dad said.
What dad is saying is true.
The past few days, since Britney's encounter, I have been training only stopping for eating.
My fighting has improved a lot a lot.
I can take down grown ass men now.
And all the other things that he told me that I needed to do on the test, I can do.
I can shoot my gun.
I can throw my knifes.
I can hack.
I can defuse a bomb, something I learned about a week ago.
These are just some basic things that I need to do and I know I can.
"But there are a few more things....difficult things. Since you are a child of a don, you will need to complete these things, others who would join the mafia wouldn't need to do all this." Dad said warily.
At the mention of that, the others stiffened in their seats.
"What?" I asked in a scared voice.
What could be so bad?
"You will have to euhm...how do I say this?....Basically we will take either Britney or one of their friends, and you will have to torture them. You will also get a random injured person get dumped in your hands, and you will need to make sure that he or she stays alive by stitching their wound closed or something like that. And finally, remember when we did the test with those guns, the robots had these guns that couldn't do serious injuries, but give the same pain. You're getting some of those into you, to see how high your pain levels are. And if you were a little older you would have to kill the person you would torture, but since you're still so young this does not apply too you." Dad rushed out.
Wow...
Torturing Britney or one of their friends, I don't mind at all. I was already planning on doing that anyway.
I can close wounds and make sure injured people survive, I've done it to myself multiple times.
And then finally the pain level thingy, basically giving me pain, but only for a moment seeing how much I can handle before it all disappears,...do I mind? No.
If the pain wouldn't last or cause any remaining or permanent damage, then I'm okay with it.
"Okay-" I said,
"-I'll do my test to join the mafia today. I-..I think I can handle it. I'm doing it." I spoke determined.
