𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐂𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞 | The oldest daughter of the Don to the Latin mafia hasn't had it easy in life so far growing up in a not so loving household made her have to learn how to build herself back from what her father destroyed and trust no one...
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~Damien Volkov~
Holy shit.
Well that just happened.
I'm the Don? Yea, hell I'm the fucking Don.
This was not how this was supposed to happen. I really don't know how to feel. Actually now that I think about it it's mostly relief Im feeling. Maybe that's fucked up maybe it isn't considering all of what he put us through and the terrible terrible things he's done but I can't help it. It feels like a weight has been lifted off of me—not that becoming the Don isn't stressing me out— but my father being alive fucked me up from the inside out
He's gone.
What do I even do now? My whole life was centered around trying to stay as far away as humanly possible from him but now that he's dead I guess I'm gonna need to go back to Russia. Why does that thought not feel as freeing as I imagined it would be? Maybe it's the fact that I've built a whole new life here, one where I didn't have to be Damien Volkov heir—now Don— of the Russian mafia because now when I go back I'll have to leave all of it behind and live a life I was forced into. Add to that the fact that I'm now one of the youngest leaders right now which could be very intimidating considering that they all so much more experience than I do.
Fuck I really need to get my mind straight. And I'll do exactly that.
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Walking into the office I get bombarded with questions because as I had mention, I did call in sick so I definitely understand why it would be shocking to see me walk in here looking perfectly fine. I just blame it on some pain killers making me feel better and walk past them all and make my way straight to Maya's office. I know I know I have so many things to be doing right now, so much things left unsaid, so many things to be figured out yet here I am standing inches away from her door, refusing to knock because I'm dreading what's bound to happen when I do.
It's really funny isn't it? How just one event can turn your life upside down, destroy everything you've worked for and built your whole life, change everything for you? But I guess that's just the circle of life isn't it?
With dread still flooding me I raise my hand to knock on the door but don't get a chance to do so because the doors burst open by itself leaving her standing right in front of me. Well shit now she's gonna think I'm some creepy stalker, not that I haven't had slightly stalker tendencies when it comes to her but again she doesn't need to know that.
"Stalker much?"
"I wasn't stalking you."
"You sure about that because I have a feeling you might miss me." No lies were told here.
"I-" I start fully planning to explain myself. "Just get in here already." She says pulling me by my shirt into her office and locking the door.
"Well?" She questions, waiting for me to explain why I was standing outside her office like a creep. I stand there for a few seconds contemplating what I want to say, and the more I think about it the more I realize anything I say will be so fucked up because there is no way to actually explain the situation to her. There is no way to sugarcoat it, make it seem like it's not that bad. So instead I settle for just not talking.
