Perfectly broken

Chapter 4:

Anastasia's pov:

I have to choose an outfit for tonight. It is the last Saturday of the month which means we have a dinner with all our underbosses, their families as well as of some of our important business associates. That's our tradition. It serves as a reminder that we are a big family, that we stand always side by side no matter what happens.

After spending half an hour in front of my wardrobe, I finally, I decide on an emerald gown that hugs perfectly my body in all the right places and highlights my curves. Then, I move to makeup. Instead of my signature bold red lipstick, I put a pink gloss. I leave my hair down cascading over my shoulders. I look one last time at my reflection on the mirror before getting out of my room.

As I enter the ball room, all eyes fall on me. And, as always I am the center of attention. I walk further on the room, when Lina, the five-year-old daughter of one of our underbosses, comes running in my direction. Too short to reach me, she hugs my knees.

"Ana I missed you muchas." She says. (so much, Spanish)

I lift her into my arms. "I missed you too Linita." I plant a kiss on her left cheek and the little girl giggles.

"I love your dress." I compliment her. She was wearing a yellow dress that suited her perfectly.

"Oh really. Madre chose it for me." As soon as she fineshes her sentence Malia, her mother, comes to us.

"Lina, where have you been? I've been searching for you everywhere."

"I came to say hello to Ana."

The cheek of the woman turn a little bit red. "It's Anastasia, Lina, not Ana."

"It's okay. Let her call me whatever she likes. Okay, Linita?" The little girl nods in response.

"Come on Lina we should go. Have a great evening Anastasia." Her mother says. I put Lina down and Malia takes her hands.

"You too Malia." I answer. As she leaves, the little girl waves me goodbye with her tiny little hand.

I scan the room searching for my father. I notice that some women are whispering things to each other. I am aware of the gossip around me. Although, a lot of women in my family, like Malia, truly love me and are proud of what I accomplished during the recent years but many others are jealous of me because of the power I hold and the position I occupy. All I do is focus on myself and ignore them.

I still remember, like it was yesterday, the day I was initiated to be officially a member of the mafia. I was the first girl to have such a privilege. At first, many of my father's men disapproved of it. But, I showed them what I am capable of. In many serious situations I took the right decisions. I tortured and even killed myself every single man that dared to go against my will. Now, all I have is their respect.

I make my way to Papa. He is talking with his consigliere, Alfredo, who happens to be my uncle.

"I hope that I am not interrupting your conversation." I ask out of politeness.

"No. Not at all, Hija" My dad says.

My uncle takes my hand and spins me around: "Estas muy linda y bonita, sobrina." (You are so beautiful, Spanish)

"Gracias tìo." (Thank you uncle, Spanish)

My uncle is one of best persons I have ever known. He is the best uncle I could possibly ask for. He was always there when I needed him. As a teenager when I fought with some boy at school or had a problem, I always went to him. He just understood me so well. While papa is a serious person, my uncle is the total opposite. He is fifteen years younger than him. He is funny and sometimes careless. If you want to go out in the night and hit a bar, and want someone to accompany you then, my uncle Alfredo would be your greatest option.