VICTORIA || Mafia Story

▪︎ CHAPTER 1 ▪︎

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"Dont hate the detective, hate the person who caused the case"
- Victoria

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If someone told me that, I would be betrayed, forced to marry some man, turn into a wife of a mobster and have my first kid at barely 20, I would laugh and say your talking bullshit. But now seeing how my life turned out, I feel as if God punished me for my fathers sinful decisions.

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Hi, my name is Victoria Evelyn Ross, and before I was a wife to Micheal Ross, I was a Switser, the only child to a famous business man named Radria Switser who owned a famous designer brand called 'Løvre' that would make millions each year because of the high quality of the products, reviews, events, prices and how many boutiques we have in different countries.

Løvre was the star of designer brands, it was unique with fresh ideas that would make the customers go wild with each new product. It was for Radria, my dad, a dream come true.

That is until Løvre went down hill, after all, not every story has a happily ever after.. Unfortunately, while my dad was the owner to a rich company, he was also doing some shady stuff in the dark. Selling and buying drugs, illegal trafficking of guns and other stuff, and importing illegal amounts of fabric, just so no designer can try and remake his items better. But you know there is always a time, where that shadow receives some light, and unfortunately, that was my dad.

17 years ago..

28 August 1986
8:43 am

Radia Switser sat in his maroon office chair with a sowed golden 'L' , tapping his foot on the wooden floor. He was upset, frustrated even! 'How could this happen..' he thought as he looked at the papers on his desk, he stared at the papers with a stone cold glare, wishing to burn the papers right then and there.

He sighed as he leaned back, covering his face with his hands. He let his hands slip down to the sides of his chair before stared at the ceiling. Radria knew well the risk he took when he started to do illegal activity in the dark, he knew it well but he still took the risk and now its biting him back.

He turned his chair to the large window behind him, slowly standing up and walking to the window, watching the City of Fashion, New york, buzz busy as citizens rushed to work, school, shopped at different boutiques or was hanging out with friends or family. His platinum blonde hair slicked back as he stared down, his brown eyes reflecting the clouded sky and city.

Radrias lips turned into a solid line before turning around and walked to his telephone. He picked up the phone and placed it by his ear before pressing some numbers, he heard the phone ring as he waited for the phone to be answered..

In seconds, the phone was answered with a thick Italian accent that boomed with danger ," What." The person said from the other line as Radria tempted himself to hang up, but its too late now and he already phoned him and needed to speak ," Mr Ross, good to hear your still alive" he said with a voice of teasing. You can hear a deep annoyed sigh before a demanding voice was booming ," Radria you didnt call me for chit chat, tell me what the hell you want before I feed you to my cagne."