Vivienne

1.

Bursting through the doors of my father's office, I gaze at him in fury.
„Что за хрень ты наговорил брату !?"I lost all control over my rage. He went around my back and guaranteed my brother that he would become the Don of our mafia. Not me, who put in a lot of effort to gain respect and ownership to this job. The few men seated across from my father looked at me in nervousness. I find some sort of satisfaction in that.
"Please pardon us, gentlemen," my father says.
The men walked out the door without even hesitating.

(What the hell did you tell my brother !?)

„Мафию должен контролировать только старший сын, а не старшая дочь. Эта традиция, я ничего не могу сделать." he says. Tradition my ass. My blood is boiling. I'm not going to let anyone take this away from me, after all these years of hard training, sweating my ass off, sore muscles, broken bones, and shot limbs I've been through. Not even my relatives.

(The mafia is supposed to be led by the oldest son, not the eldest daughter. It's a tradition I can't do anything about.)

"Не гoвори мне такую хрень, ты знаешь что это неправда. Я самый лучше убийца в этой мафии, я самый лучше боец в наших рядах и ты знаешь что никто не так силён как я. Мне насрать что ты ему сказал, если ты не возьмёшь свои слова обратно я тебя прикончу и брата за одно, потому что я заслуживаю это место, а не он." I then walked out of his office. I don't think I could continue to stand there, without shooting him.

(Don't tell me this shit, you know it's not true. I am the best killer in this mafia, I am the best fighter in our lines and you know nobody is stronger than me. I don't give a fuck about what you told him, if you don't take your words back I will kill you and my brother because I deserve this position not him.)

I've been working for this position my entire life. I'm not going to let go of it. I was trained for this, my whole life and he has the nerve to tell me that my idiotic brother, who is years younger than me,  who doesn't understand anything about the mafia, wastes our money on casinos and drugs, will be Don of the mafia? Only over my dead body, I would consider allowing it.

Men and their fucking traditions are getting on my nerves. Women can't do that, women are only there to bear children...la la la.
At missions, they make me stay back with the excuse: "It's too dangerous for girls."
It's like I'm not the commander of our army and have killed over 200 people. But yeah sure it's too dangerous for me.

But that doesn't matter right now. I know how to deal with them. Ignore.

I make my way to my room, desperate to scrub the blood off of me. I was torturing a member of the Romanian mafia an hour ago. I did get my information, but it took way too long. Now I'm walking around with just a robe over my red lingerie, dried blood all over me. Not the best feeling, I must admit. Especially after I had to seduce him.