Mafia's Assassin

Chapter 1

I sit beside a man I've known personally for 24 hours but his family name a whole 23 years of my life. I twiddle my diamond ring and featured gold band around my ring finger with a small exhale of breath, feeling my chest deflate in my white lace dress with of the shoulder sleeves, tight to my arms.

I scan the room, watching all the powerful names seated round their own private tables, all rivalries put on hold for the celebration of my marriage to him. My eyes fall to my new found husband, who chats amicably to his brothers. I take in his mouse brown hair, combed back. Stubble shades his chin and jaw but when he looks to me, his eyes shine a green hew that sees right through me, to my soul.

Providing a small smile I turn from his tanned skin, noting that out of the bunch I could of been tied to, he is rather beautiful. His fingers skim my knuckles when his eyes lock on to the same man that mine did. Viktor

My mind wonders and I stand brushing the shoulder of the man that infatuated me, beckoning him to follow as I flutter my eyes. Trailing my hand over the wall of my new home, I glance over my shoulder biting my lip enticing him. I continue my trial until he pins me to the wall, my nostrils burning from the smell of his liquor riddled breath.

"You are to beautiful to be shared by one man" his tongue flicks along his lips as his Russian accent penetrates my ears. I smile to him and lean close

"Show me what man I really should be sharing my time with .." Sliding under his arm and pulling him by his suit to my private office. Inside his lips crash to mine as he carries me to the desk, demanding instant access to my woman hood

I tsk at him pushing him back
"On your knees" I demand as he drops, a smile spreading across his lips watching me slowly lift my skirt. He grabs my thighs hard

"With pleasure, Princess" I watch him trail kisses up my thighs then as he goes for my center, I crush my thighs to his head and twist my hips snapping his neck. Watching as his lifeless body falls to my freshly polished wooden floor.

"para mi familia, pedazo de mierda" spitting on his lifeless form

I snap from my dream to clicking near my ear
"stai bene moglie?" (Are you well wife ?) He whispers close and I nod. A satisfied grin fills my face as I raise a glass to my familes assissin, tilting my head

"tu tiempo llegará"(your time will come) muttering under my breath, watching the man nod back.

5 years earlier ...
I stand in the mirror, watching as my mother and maid plump then resettle my skirt while I sigh, for the hundredth time

"Emilie! Quit your sighing girl, you are of age for the balls, you shall attend and have fun. Get to know the other families well" I scoff

"You wish to sell me of like cattle to the highest bidder" Raising a brow at her through the mirror while my maids lips tighten

"Emilie No puedo creer que le hayas dicho eso a tu propia madre! eres demasiado franco para ser una chica .." I zone out at her rambling accent, sliding from my dress and heading for my wardrobe. Dressing in my work out gear, I walk to my mother who is still rambling, kiss her cheek and stride from the room heading for the barn.

I've been practising my archery for an hour when my brother enters
"Emilie .." his tone holding disapproval

"Andres" Planting another arrow in my target

"Mother is rambling about an outspoken little girl .." I scowl at him

"What I said was right and you know it. You are born a woman into a high powered hierarchy like ours and your only purpose is to form an alliance, spout out babies and hope for a faithful husband!" Still glaring at him when the horse and its keeper arrives with my younger brother Jorge