Chapter 1

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Lucy's POV

When people hear the word mafia they believe a man is in charge, but in my family that is the complete opposite. I fought for my right to be the Ricci Family head ever since my father announced his retirement at my older brother's wedding. My three brothers and myself all fought for it for a whole year till my 18th birthday. My father decided on who the head would be...he declared that I shall be the head of the Ricci family. At that moment, I have never felt more happiness and pride in my entire 18 years of life. From then on, I took over all the businesses and made sure never to let my identity as the head of the Ricci mafia be let out to the public that would include other business partners, enemies, and those out of the mafia world. I had various names. According to the public, I am Lucia Ricci and according to the mafia world I am the Faceless Succubus. Before becoming the head of the Ricci mafia, I was the seductress for info that my father needed—he actually did not know the whole seducing part but he knew that I would always get him the information he needed without a second chance. But that was in the past. Now I am to remain as someone who manages the entirety of the mafia.

Ever since the change my days go on normal except now, I have a meeting with my older brother, Angelo, and my father for some odd reason. The odd thing was they would only call a meeting with the three of us if it is a true emergency.My train of thoughts comes to an end when my car comes to a stop at the big family house.

"Thank you, Charles. I'll give you a call once I am ready to be picked up and taken back to the city." I say as I am about to get out of the car, but stop once I hear Charles' voice. "Excuse me, ma'am, but your father has informed me that this is my last day as your driver. He has asked for me to take over for his driver due his driver feeling ill. He said you should be getting a replacement by the end of your meeting."

I sat there with a questioning look but then changed to a small smile and looked at him. "Alighty then,well thank you for your service, Charles. It has been a pleasure." I say finally leave the car and walk up the flight of stairs  and enter my childhood home heading straight for my father's office.  The closer I get to the door the more I hear of yelling which is normal in this household.

"You have to swear you won't-" Just as I enter, my brother is yelling at a man who is about his height, maybe an inch taller and has a blank face as if my brother has no effect on him.  "Oh dear, good morning, thank you for making it. We would like to discuss something with you..." My father says as he points to the three chairs in front of him. Just as I am about to sit, the man my brother was yelling at not too long ago turned around and faced me.

"Well nice to see you too, Jaxon.." I say as I took my seat looking up at him with a small smile. He looks at me with his light green eyes with a similar small smile. "As well as too Ms. Ricci." I turned my head to the side as I gave him a questioning look. "In my 21 years, you have never called me Ms. Ricci. Why all of a sudden do you do it now?" In the corner of my eye, I see my brother and him exchange a look and back to my father. All of a sudden my father clears his throat "Lucy, darling...the reason Jaxon is here is because he's going to be assigned as your new bodyguard."

Once those words left his mouth, I shot up from my seat from shock. "What do you mean bodyguard?! I am the fuckin head of the Ricci mafia! I know how to kill a man 52 different ways! I don't need a bodyguard!" I scream, planting my hands hard against the desk my father sat behind. I turned to my brother who was looking down at his lap. "Angelo! Do something, I know you don't approve of this." My brother sighs before lifting his head up to look at me," Actually this was my idea. You may not know this but we have been receiving threats all month. They have practically announced that if you aren't demoted they'll declare a war and the last thing you need is a war in your reign." I look at him blankly, "So you are babying me because I've been the head only for four years. That is truly outrageous." All of a sudden my father interrupts, "That's enough! Lucy, Jaxon is going to move into your penthouse and stay by your side till the end. We do not need a war on our hands. This is not up for discussion, we called here to tell you not to ask for your opinion. Am I understood?" After that I sit and nod. "Yes sir."

After the whole argument, we sat and discussed more matters of the mafia. Sometime around the simpler stuff, I walked out to have my one a week cigarette. Once I am outside on the back patio, I grab my cigarette pack and grab my stuff till I begin to feel my rage from earlier boil up. In anger, I threw my lighter into the garden. I sigh and then I hear a soft deep voice being followed with a chuckle ,"Wow, what a throw. I guess that's why knives are your expertise." He says while holding his metal lighter gesturing to light my cigarette. "I thought you cut this habit when I caught you smoking the product your father sells at 17." He says while lighting the cigarette. "Hmm well things never change, I only started this habit again due to nimrods that are sadly part of the mafia. Plus I am not the only one that hasn't changed; I assume that's why you volunteered to be my bodyguard. Always needing to be the knight in shining armor." I take a deep breath of the cigarette and let it out, but before I can take another puff it's pulled from my lips. I follow it and Jaxon himself takes a puff, "I did it because you know that I know you better than anyone and it's better me than some rando from your father's security team." Once he says that, he drops the cigarette on the floor and stomps it. "Now come on we both have to drink mouthwash before Angelo has our heads." He says while already walking away to the door. I sigh and hide the cigarette case back in my jacket and walk in through the door he's holding open. "It wouldn't be the first time we were on his chopping block, would it be, snake eyes." Before fully entering inside, I wink and smirk and make my way to the half bathroom.

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