Chapter one
Office
NARRATOR
Amélie Richelieu is one of the strongest and most independent women anyone has ever laid their eyes on , and definitely a ,beautiful woman . She is the learder of the fifth biggest mafia and biggest of the self built mafia.She doesn't show her face to anyone except when it's their last moments , she wants them seeing who's killing them , seeing them beg her for mercy , the best feeling she knows. She doesn't even feel a bit guilt after killing someone Especially when it is a man whore. She has everything she needs, she can buy everything. But then why does she feel this way?Like nothing is really worth living for , that living this life repeat isn't worth it , sleep , eat and do the rest every day.
Amélie wakes up early every morning to go to her own self built-in gym , around four in the morning. As she sat up on her bed , hair in such a mess , she groans in pain , as she had forgotten about her new wound she had gotten last night from her maid stabbing her right above her hips. She took of her shirt so she could look at it completely. She touches it making it sting. "I should probably shower that would hopefully help" She whispered sofly at herself.
The maid had been a mole , finding out most of the information for Amélie's biggest enemy, the Schneider family also known as The biggest assholes in the entire universe according to Amélie. She has known the Schneider family for most of her life, mostly because of her biggest bully since she was seven years old. Nicholas Schneider . The hottest and biggest jerk she has known her entire life. Amélie founded out about the Schneider family being one of the biggest mafia's in the entire world when her best friend Natalia Clément was kidnapped by them.
Getting Natalia out there without showing have face was harder than you would have thought. She had to kill most of those men there. It was worth it for her. She would do anything for Natalia. Natalia was the only one who ever believed in Amélie, making her believe she could follow her dreams. Natalia Clément was Amélie's only family. Amélie's real family cutted her off when she was fifteen years old leaving her alone. Amélie would fight till her last breath for family. Family ism about blood for her, more about who you can trust and who you cannot .
Amélie had the biggest migraine. "Fuck" she said lowly as she starts rubbing her head a bit since she was a small little girl she's had the biggest headaches, she never went to check out what it was . She walked to the bathroom feeling as if she had the biggest hangover as she walked in putting on the shower , feeling the water run down her body . She was exhausted. All She wanted was for the pain to stop , and not just the pain from the stab. She wanted the emotional pain to stop.
The feeling of wanting to end it to go away.
As she came out of the shower putting a towel around her body , she dried her hair and tied it up in a messy bun, since she was to lazy to change it..... she dressed up in a black sports bra and leggings. When she was fianily done, she went to her gym as Victor was waiting for her .
Victor has been Amélie's best friend since the age of fifteen. They met at a party, he helped her when she had gotten to drunk as he helped her. The day afterwords she woke up at her friend's house ,where the party was with Victor there, making sure she was okay. They started talking a lot and five years later friends with benefits. No strings attached.
Amélie's wound stopped hurting so much. She saw Victor punching the punching bag sweat dripping. "Fianily , you're here," Victor said out of breath as he stopped and looked at her. "Sorry , I got a bit confused about the time," Amélie said as she put down my bag and water and then walked towards him. "So you ready to get your ass kicked, Liea?" Victor said, half laughing while walking into the ring . "Victor, I think you've forgotten who's the boss around here , and who isn't" She scoffed at him playfully. "Wow , you seriously think I don't let you win" he said raising his brow. "Aww, how sweer you think you're better than me" Amélie said right before she took him by his arm and threw him over her when he fell down on the ground breathlessly as she sat on top of him with her arm pushing down his neck. He tapped twice on her arm as she stood up chuckling. "Told you" she said to him as she helped him up.
"Ma'am someone broke into your office" one of Amélie's assistants told her. Amélie went out of the ring and started going to her office seeing a tall man with black fluffy hair standing there at her desk looking through her stuff. She took one of her knives that she always had with her throwing it so that it passed right past him, making him gasp. "I'm looking for the mafia leader of this place." He said as he looked at her smirking. "Why are you here?" She asked him. "Not telling you" he said, walking closer. As she knocked him out there and then. "Weak," she whispered in his ear.
The guy looked very familiar but she couldn't tell who it is and why he was so familiar. Then it hitted her. It was Nicholas Schneider, her long-time enemy, since she was seven years old. But he looked different, then she saw him last time , more mature more hot. His body looked more built with a tattoo on her neck. She tied him up in a chair in the basement for the night, realizing she might have just done the best thing yet.
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Romance"Now tell me what's your name," I hear a woman asking from the chair, I can't see her face, only her legs are in my sight. "I wanna talk to your boss , not you," I scoffed at the woman. "Oh honey je suis le patron," She said as I could hear a smirk...
