Existing. That's all that this 19 year old trained killer is doing. Aaliyah Stepanov wakes up, trains with the Russian mafia that is surprisingly led by her father Abigor Stepanov until she can't take anymore, and then she is sent out to do what she...
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She climbed through the window of the large mansion... Jesus she needed to work on her fucking cardio. She placed a large ak47 on the bed as she quickly proceeded to take off the weaponry that clung to her petite but deadly frame.
It had been exactly 29 hours since she had walked down the isle and had been married off to one of the most feared mafias on the globe, her life was getting wasted just so that the Italian and Russian mafia could finally have some sort of peace. God she hated men, patriarchy and anything that didn't benefit herself.
With one pull of a hair tie her long dark hair fell down to her waist in one swift motion, what her husband didn't know was that she had been out all night fighting people to get her anger out whilst he slept in his room and she slept in hers... Atleast that's what she thought. She made her way over to a duffel bag hidden under the bed before letting out a gasp,
"Net...Net...net." (No...no...no)She said in panicked whispers as she made the realisation that her most prized blade had gone missing.
"Is this what you're looking for?" A husky voice came from the doorway causing her head to snap up towards the voice. Stefano. "What did I tell you about speaking Russian in this household bambino?" (Baby) he added with his signature smirk that she oh so hated
She was at a loss for words but her emotions didn't come into play at all, she was trained since the minute she could walk, why on earth would she ever fall to the feet of a man? Especially one bastard named Stefano Bianchi. Oh how she would love to run a sharp blade against his- Nevermind.
"Hand it over..." she said almost in a threatening tone, in the past 29 and a half hours they had already fought a total of six times, none of them were arguments but they were all physical blows to one another.
He heard her for sure, and it wasn't long until he began taking multiple strides towards her and with each one she took a step back until her back was pressed against the wall and he had her caged in like a helpless zoo animal.
"Pitter patter, pitter patter..." he whispered in her ear as he ran the blade along her skin just over her heart, but not hard enough to draw blood. "That little heartbeat of yours just loves my touch so much already bellissima... what did I tell you about disobedience hm?" (beautiful) he hummed as his strong scent invaded her nostrils and made her turn her head to the side.
"Fuck you!" She spat unexpectedly before raising her knee up to his lower regions and delivering a hard blow to his shaft, she then proceeded to push him away and to the floor before slowly beginning to rise up to her full height.
A kick to the balls wasn't going to take one of the most deadly mafia leaders down that easily... he quickly recovered and tackled her to the ground, pinning her to the ground with a hand wrapped around her throat tightly as he observed his property. What was his. Her. And only her... but she'd probably think otherwise considering the hooker she saw leaving mere hours after the ceremony.
"No disobedience will be tolerated by me! You are weak! Your father may have made you think otherwise by giving you easy tasks but now you're playing with the big boys vixen! You are mine! Do you understand me?!" He yelled viscously as a singular tear rolled down her cheek to which he let out a dry chuckle.
She wasn't weak, she was just transitioning into accepting that she meant so little to her father who was the one man she trusted. And then she was sold off to fix some stupid alliance and all of that trust was broken, her father was right when he said the words 'trust no one' but that was all now a memory
"Yes-" she squealed out as she wrapped her hand around his wrist in an attempt to get him away from her and the deathly grip that he had on her.
"Yes what!" He yelled again before lifting her head up by her throat and slamming it into the ground as she began to see stars in her vision through the bloodshot eyes that were once an ocean of blue.
She let out a choked sob, she had to submit to him just this once. This wasn't the way she wanted to die, she was only nineteen... just a kid in some eyes. "Y- yes... yes s-stefano!" She squeaked out as he slowly began to release his grip but it was too late... she had already passed out and lied there senseless.
Stefano looked down at her petite and beautiful body, god only knew how much he hated himself for loosing his temper with such a fragile thing like her. "Very good Angel... very good indeed." He said quietly as he lifted her up and placed her on the bed as he looked at the purple marks growing around her throat as he let out a sigh. He liked his property to look clean not damaged. He leaned forward and kissed the top of her head before caressing her cheek.
"tu sei mio... fino alla morte non ci separiamo..." (you are mine... until death do we part) he whispered before leaving the room and allowing her to wake up by herself sooner or later. What he didn't know was the troubles she had inside her head... he wasn't the real monster.
Her mind was the biggest enemy of all.
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Ahhhh! So this was the first chapter of the story and there will be one update a week minimum. I hope you enjoy!!'
