Intertwined

Chapter 1 - Demons

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Belladonna's POV:
I glanced at the gun placed on my desk. Everything was mine. I thought back to the words, which once pulled at my heart. "You are a fool, you will never keep anything good, you are not my daughter."

A knock, disturbed my thoughts. "Enter," I called. The door budged slightly with an almost inaudible creek, revealing a scrawny man wearing thick glasses and a white collared shirt, standing in the doorway.

He was trembling.

I gestured for him to walk forward. He was holding a black folder, which he fumbled with before saying "Sorry for bothering you ma'am, but this was urgent."

M eyes narrowed and I spoke "Well get on with it then." There was sense of authority in my voice, which no one dared to question, but my tone was cold and held no emotion. No irritation, or question. Nothing.

"Well you s-see I just thought.. you might want to know t-that.. um.. your jet has been cancelled."

"Did I cancel it?" The words seemed to unnerve him as he dropped the folder and scrambled to collect the fallen pieces of paper.

"N-no." he stuttered. I almost felt bad for the guy.

"Then why was it cancelled?" my tone came out like ice and my eyes held a piercing stare.

"The pilot quit."

"Then you should have requested another one. You are dismissed from your position." I said without regret or curiosity.

I hadn't even bothered to learn the guy's name. It probably wasn't his fault, but I didn't care. He was lucky I didn't shoot him.

He stood there his eyes began to water as he rushed out of the room.

"Before you go, tell someone to get me a pilot." I got up and turned to the window as he left and closed the door. I could see he was itching to say something but he settled for muttering something under his breath. I mentally debated whether to kill him or not. I decided for once to be the better person.

Or not.

Bang.

I didn't even blink. I turned and stared at the now lifeless corpse without a tinge of emotion. Weakness. As I watched a guard open the door for me, I placed my shades over my eyes and was given my handbag.

I watched as his body fell to the floor and motioned for it to be moved.

***

A few hours later, I had been getting ready for the flight that I had to attend. A soiree was being held, a gala. It was a cover up. It was a meeting of the most powerful mafia's in the US to see their competition. This time ut was going going be held in Washington.

No family came unguarded. There were eyes, ears everywhere. My biological family was nothing to me, all my emotion and care had vanished right along with them, but the echoes
of their screams tormented me every night.

I didn't care. I wouldn't care. I had built a new family. One based on trust and loyalty. Most of the people I interact with I had known for at least five years. If they had survived that long. A family based on loyalty, trust.

A/N

Ik Ik slow start but just wait..
What do you think of Belladonna?
What about her family?

Also my Italian is coming from Google translate so I apologise if its wrong.

I know the chapters are short but give it a chance?

Sorry for my rambling but hope you like it. Pls comment and vote.

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