8 months later
Madeira's POV
How does life go from you having plans and them actually being a possibility to utter shit and you stuck in a reality that you gall asleep hoping to wake up from?
That's one question I've asked myself time and again and today, as I watch the casket being lowered into the ground, I realise that it's my fault for making plans in the first place.
Life doesn't go the way you want it to and most of the time, it's shitty and makes you question why you still choose to keep living.
But then you remember the few good times that made it worthwhile and you think, I haven't survived this long and come this far just to let it go to waste.
But sometimes, you don't get a choice on if you should keep going on or not.
Sometimes, your choice is ripped away from you and you're left as nothing but a corpse for people to mourn. If you're lucky enough to have people who'd mourn you.
I'm jostled out of my morbid thoughts as I hear my uncle calling my name.
"What would you like to do now Ira? " He asked me, his eyes portraying the same sadness that mine held.
"What? " I asked confused. My brain finding it hard to process things at a normal pace.
"You're now the head of the Russian mafia darling, it's up to you now to decide how we go on. " He explained and I could feel the pressure weighing me down like Atlas carrying the planet.
I never asked for this. I didn't choose to be born into this family or this life and it is beyond unfair that I have to bare the burden of the choices made by the people around me.
But such is life, and I am no longer a child, not that I was ever allowed to be one.
The point though, is that I have no time hide and cry about the lot I've been given in life.
People depend on me to take care of them so I have to pull my shit together and assume my responsibilities as the new Pakhan of the Russian mafia.
"I want you to set up a meeting with all the faction leaders, this attack on us will not be taken lying down. Our enemy has started a war and we shall end it with their blood flowing through the streets. " I said standing up a little taller. "We are the fucking Russian mafia, we bow to no one and we do not take any acts of disrespect without making the offender pay. We shall kill every man, woman, and child of the Mexican mafia, we shall wipe their entire lineage off so that all that is left of them is a tale of caution about the wrath of the Russians. "
Dmitri's eyes glimmed with pride as he stared at me before he gave me a subtle bow of his head in respect. "Yes Pakhan. " He said before he left.
I stared down at my father's casket that was being covered in dirt and it only strengthened my resolve.
I would make Saúl and the Mexican mafia pay for the life they took from me and when the world bares witness to the cruelty that I am capable of unleashing, even God itself will cower in fear at the mention of my name.
