Mafia Princess

Chapter 12

Unknown POV:

I groan as I looked up at the ceiling of a stranger's room, regretting the incident that just occurred.

"That was amazing baby," the high-pitched voice pipes up from behind me. I drank too much.

I slip out of her hideous pink room and put my clothes on before I walk out ignoring her screams of me to come back, god she sounds like she was run over by millions of lawnmowers.

That girl though, the long brown hair, the elegant curves, the way she threw back that glass of scotch, she just won't leave my mind. Part of the thoughts are of her in my bed, I know exactly what I would do to her... the other is just of her, what personality would she have, would she accept me.

In my mind, I wish she was the love of my life, the woman who wore the necklace I gave, the girl who died to save me, the girl I fell in love with despite the torture. But she's dead that dream will never come true.

Years, it's been years to get her out of my head but she always finds her way back, and no matter what I can't betray her. I was only 15, It's been 4 years. 4 fucking years, and yet I feel guilty looking at another girl.

13 and 15. Some may frown upon those ages but to us, we were like adults, in our world of torture. So yes I fell in love with her, gave her the necklace that I should give to the one I wanted to marry, and in return she loved me. She gave me the necklace she got when she was 2. A simple gold chain as she put it but to me, it's her heart. And I will never take it off. I even have a little A tattooed above my heart embedded in her heartbeat.

I remember her curled up on my chest as she listened to mine after a beating the same as I did to her, almost as if our hearts aligned.

I didn't even realize I was driving until I pulled up to my warehouse, I swiftly got out of my car and made my way towards the door, nodding at a few guards as I pass.

I enter the building seeing most of my members training hard, there's a reason we are number 1. None of them notice me as I slip into the back room where my higher members are, these members know my real name unlike the others who refer to me as 'Satan'.

Surprisingly I'm not a psycho as the devil's triplets.  Those 3 scare me, as they do with every other mafia around. They shot up a building for no reason once, it was just a cafe. I understand that they just have fun, I watched the race they did in Italy, blowing up a building that had 42 people in it just to get the cops off them. Crazy fucking people.

Noah's voice appears behind me bring me out of my thoughts, I turn and look at him allowing him to continue what he was saying.

"Prisoner in the basement ready for torture, and a meeting set for 2 weeks with the Italians and Spanish. Do you want to reveal your identity to them before the ball in 3 months or keep it hidden until then?" I ponder over his idea until I make my mind up, let them see the real me.

After telling my thoughts I head off to the basement where I can finally let off some stress and get the answers I need about why this son of a bitch wanted to double-cross me. Luckily he was a lower member so he doesn't know my identity yet the punishment is still going to be hell, for him, fun for me.

Walking into the stingy cell I grab my gun and shoot his knee cap allowing the pain to rise through his body as a nice wake-up. He opens his eyes and physically pales as he looks at me. I smirk and walk towards my table of weapons. Grabbing the knife, I walk over to his semi-lifeless form and rip his shirt, not in a hot way though.

"Who do you work for?" I question already knowing the answer, let's just see if he tells the truth. When he doesn't speak, I slide the knife to his chest pressing in hard enough to draw blood, his screaming fills the air, and then begging takes its place.

"Who. Do. You. Work. For?" I grit out dragging the knife further into his skin.

"Russians" he screams and I withdraw the knife, a smirk still evident on my face, "good boy."

"Now, what did you tell them?" I pick up the bottle of alcohol and walk back over to him. Taking a swig of vodka, I wait for him to answer. When he still doesn't I tut.

"Thought you would have learned," I pour the rest of the bottle over the freshly cut wounds allowing them to burn his body, funny thing, alcohol is incredibly flammable.

"Ah, not much, I just gave the location of this warehouse I promise. I couldn't give them any more information as a young member. I don't know where anything else is, please stop." the yells of this tractor continue as the alcohol seeps over his body.

I nod to myself knowing that's all the information I am likely to get out of him so I decide to just light a match and 'accidentally' drop it on him. The bright orange flames engulfed him in seconds and the smirk on my face never faltered.

I saw as the guards gave each other side glances as if to say I scared them, I hope I did.

I walk out of the room and head back to Noah to let him have the update he needs, he is my best friend, honestly, I doubt I would be here right now if it wasn't for him.

I enter the room and see a girl on his lap, rolling my eyes I walk over and plop down on the sofa opposite.

"Get out" my voice commands harshly and she quickly runs out the room shaking, I chuckle to myself at the scared look in her eyes, pathetic.

"Is it done?" Noah questions from opposite me.

I nod and grab a glass of whisky off the table.

"What are the meeting arrangements?" I question, I have to play this well if I am going to reveal myself.

"Hosted at the Italian household, the Spanish are staying for dinner as the families are good friends, we can as well if we want but I don't know if you want to?" I nod at his answer.

"Let's stay, we need to get to know them well" this should be interesting when the time comes. The second and third feared mafia, both leaders in their 40s-50s, and me, the boss of the top mafia, a 19-year-old.

"As you wish, Aiden"