Miss Mafia Boss

Chapter 1

"Tell him I'm busy" I say, as my fist collides with the punching bag.

Lucas rolls his eyes, tapping his foot impatiently. 

"He says it's important" Lucas replies, holding the phone out to me.

I sigh, and stand up straighter, taking the phone from him.

I hold it up to my ear, "What's so important Dad?"

"There's a meeting in 20 minutes, get ready" he says, hanging up.

I roll my eyes, typical Dad. 

"What'd he say?" Lucas asks, eyeing me.

I begin stuffing my things into my bag, and reply, "Apparently there's a meeting in 20 minutes, and as usual he's given me no context as to what it's about"

"Oh well, I better get ready" Lucas says, leaving.

I grab my bag and go to my room to change.

I'm slightly late for the meeting, like 2 minutes late.

I open the door, and sit down next to my dad.

"Well, what is this about?" I ask, glancing at him.

"This is about who's going to take my place" he replies, looking between Lucas and I.

Technically it is my birthright to take my father's place, as I was born 7 minutes before Lucas. Many other mafia bosses think that Lucas should take our father's place, since he's a guy. Stupid, right?

Luckily, Lucas has no interest in taking our father's place. 

"What about it?" Lucas asks, and we look at each other. If Dad needed to hold a meeting about this, something must be going on.

"I have decided to retire next month" he announces, folding his hands in front of him.

Lucas and I gape at him, then I ask, "Why so soon?"

"I want to retire, and nothing big is happening next month, so it's the perfect time" he says, "and as you both know, Harley is taking my place. Your initiation will be on the 25th, so you have time to prepare until then. If there's no further questions, you both are dismissed"

I get up, and close the door without looking behind me. Fuck.

As I'm walking down the hallway, I'm still in shock. I was expecting to take dad's place in a year or so, not so soon. 

It's custom for a dad to pass on the 'throne' without warning, to see how the son will react, if he'll crack under the pressure.

Normally though, there's some warning given, so it's more expected. I know why Dad did this though, it's because many of the other mafia bosses doubt my ability to lead. 

Doing this without warning means that I'm completely unprepared, and it'll be harder for me. If I succeed in the first few months, it'll show that I am more than capable to lead.

As usual, Dad prepared perfectly for this.

I mean what else can be expected of the great Silas Belladonna.

The next month is hectic, with tons of planning and preparation for me to take my father's place.

I spend most of the time studying our allies and enemies, who I all know by heart. 

It's finally the day before my initiation, and I'm looking the guest list over.

"TIME FOR FITTING" Lucas screams at the top of his lungs, and I groan.

"COMING" I yell back, putting down the guest list. Lucas has this crazy idea in his head that you need to try your outfit the day before you wear it, just to make sure you like it.

It doesn't matter if I like this outfit or not, it's Belladonna tradition to wear a simple all black suit when being initiated.

I rush into the fitting room, and quickly put on the suit.

Lucas isn't here yet, so I have time to examine myself in the mirror.

The suit couldn't fit me any better, and I gotta admit I look amazing.

Lucas runs into the room, and stops when he sees me.

"You look awesome" he says, walking slowly around me.

"I know," I agree smiling, looking in the mirror again.

He chuckles slightly, then looks at me carefully.

"Are you ready?" he asks, looking at me in the eyes.

"Yes" I respond instantly.

"No you're not" he says automatically, as if he knew I would say yes.

"Alright I'm not ready, but I never will be. They don't need to see that I'm not ready, all they'll see if what I show them. No weaknesses. And sooner than later is always better anyways" I say, adjusting the suit.

Lucas smiles, then says, "You're like dad"

"I am not" I scoff, turning to face him.

"In some ways you are, some ways you aren't anyways," he says, shrugging, "you've picked up mostly of his good qualities"

"Not sure if that was entirely a compliment, but I'll take it. It's more than I'll get tomorrow anyhow" I say, laughing slightly.

"Yeah, most of the people there do not like you" he says laughing.

That would be an understatement.