The Counterfeit (Mafia Series)

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Frankie

"Frankie you fail this one and it's your ass do you hear me doll."

"Loud and clear Mr.Bossman" I said making sure I won't be detected sneaking around the massive yacht while my men followed close behind.

"Now I know she's your kid an all boss, but why the fuck is she leading? I am the head capo of the undercover unit." I rolled my eye as the "head capo" Hidalgo Toreza bitched about me being in charge of this mission.

"Shut your ass up, and follow orders you hear me, I don't want to hear a peep out of you Toreza"
I smirked over my shoulder showing him the finger.

Just because I'm a woman in my fathers mafia doesn't mean shit. I put in the same if not more of the work in like anyone. These idiots believe that I get special treatment because of my fathers title, but they couldn't be anymore mistaken.

Believe me when I say that bastardo never gives me a break.

I know the exact reason why he hates me.

He only keeps me around because I'm the only heir he could ever have and I bear such an uncanny resemblance to my late mother. He hates that about me and oh boy does he make it known.

Every. Second. Of. Every. Day.

*flashback*

"Get the FUCK UP FRANKIE!" I groaned as he kicked at my side for the 2nd time.

"What time is it-" I groaned still very tired.

"That doesn't fucking matter get your ass up I expect you to be ready and in the gym in 10!"

"Yes- sir." I say getting up from my small mattress in the corner of the room.

**

"Ah-" I lean to my right as the asshole in-front of me sends a hook right at my side-

"Fuck-" he didn't hesitate in beating me into the ground.

He gave me blow after blow his last hit was right at my left jaw before I knew what was happening I was laying winded on the gym mats trying to gain back the oxygen the rat knocked out of me.

"Fuck-"

"Ahh-" I heard footsteps retreating as more approached. "Frankie."

I heard him before I saw him.

I turned my head slowly opening my eyes the first thing I saw next to my face were his shiny dark green loafers.

Tacky old bat.

"Get up." I groaned shaking my head no-

"I- I- can't-" he crouched down yanking my arm up roughly.

"I said get YOUR ASS UP YOU WILL NOT HUMILIATE ME IN THIS MANNER!"

I spit out the blood that was filling my mouth. I saw a drop splash on his shoes and knew I fucked up.

Ignoring all of the pain I shot up as if my body wasn't in excruciating pain. My mind was screaming at me to get back on the ground and stop moving! But the adrenaline and fear I had of my father was greater than any pain.

I bowed my head in submission and as apology. I heard him sigh deeply before roughly grabbing my arm and leading me out of the gym full of stupid shit men.

"Let's get you to the doctor."

We didn't go to the doctor- it was all a show for him. What actually happened was that I was dragged into his office and he made me shine his shoes while he handed me tissue for my nose bleed.