𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧

•𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟚•

After successfully killing some Russians, I made my way to the hole, an underground fighting ring. I had 3 matches today, a small amount compared to my usual fights.

Most people in the underground know me as the devils advocate.
I didn't give myself the name, I just happened to developed it over the years.

I went from being a fragile 10 year old abused runaway, to becoming the most feared assassin and fighter in the underground.

I spent countless days and nights training, and now I'm possibly stronger than most people Ive encountered, fortunately being small I have the upper hand, most people underestimate me— they see a small figure like myself and assume it's a easy challenge.

After Demetri, my non biological dad, found me when I was 10, he took me in as his own and called me his daughter— he told me he was the don of the Norwegian mafia, and from then he trained me to be the best version of myself.

I met my friends through training and the underground, they've been my true friends, stuck by my side through even my toughest moments— even my fighting school bullies faze, I had always had a distane for bullies, people who put others down to make themselves seem better.

Along with my very bad school record, I also have a long list of arrests, but fortunately my dad being a mafia don helps get me the get out of jail free card. Meaning I never stay for more than 1 day max.

Though, I'm quite friendly with the officers now, I could even go as far to say friends. I stayed with officer Calum for a week while my dad and brothers, even my friends, were away on business.

And let me tell you, best week of my life, I got arrested 23 times and my dad didn't even find out!

As I pulled up to fighting ring, I'm immediately hit by the familiar aroma of body odour and alcohol.

I walked through the back door and gave a nod to jeff the guard, whilst simultaneously pulling my mask over my face and changing my contacts to red.

People are unaware of the devils advocates true identity, I keep it a secret for many reasons.

One being, I piss a lot of people off, and don't fancy having a target on my back 24/7. Two being, it's more fun when people don't know who your are, three,
I have a signature mark I place on my victims bodies to let them know it's the devils advocates work.

But the main reason I keep my identity a secret is because of Viktor. Although I would love to kill him, I can't because he fled the country after I ran away.

Truthfully, I'm not sure as to why, but I couldn't care less, as long as he's gone, and I'm safe.

The referee announces the devils advocate as I stepped into the ring, tonight I'm fighting one of the Italian mafia soldiers called sciopero. I've fought him many times before and won each time, but he keeps coming back, as if he expects to someday win.

Like please child sit down— I'm pretty sure he's older than me.

Speaking off older, "Cmon old man, don't go soft on me now" I taunt him. He swung for my shoulder, giving me an opening as I slip under his left arm, hitting his ribs causing him double over.

I take this opportunity to knee him in the face, making him fall to the floor unconscious.

Woah, 30 seconds, not too bad.

His unconscious body was dragged away by a group of guys, I noticed the similarity between the fighter and one of the boys faces, twins I assume.

Though his twin was currently glaring daggers at me, clearly unhappy I beat his brother.

Fucking cry about it, it's sad that the big bad Italian mafia can't even beat a 17 year old girl.

Once the rest of my fights were over, I headed out of the building, making sure to slip out unnoticed. I got on my bike and drove towards the store to pick up a celebratory bottle of vodka.

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After sitting in the roof of McDonald's for the past 3 hours,
I decided I need to go home.

Don't drink and drive.

Though, I'm responsible of course. I got on my bike and sped off, just as I joined the freeway I got a call from my dad, I decided to let it go to voicemail.

"Hey sweetheart, me and your brothers have to go to Japan for a meeting with there mafias underboss since apparently the Japanese Don, Ryan, is now living in Italy. We'll be gone for a few weeks, but call Arlo or Andrea's if you get into trouble, and for the love of god don't kill anymore of my guards, also while I remember, we can't risk give your location away due to Nick's rules, so don't call unless I call you first. Anyways I'm on the jet now, love you!"

Once the message ended, I squealed out loud, making me almost crash my bike.

I finally get time to myself.

Don't get me wrong, my dad's the best, he supports me in everything— other than killing his guards, but my brothers are so overprotective, they hate when I race or fight, they don't mind the mafia work because they own the place, but my fights and races they have no control over, and they hate that.

I may have lied when I said no one knows my identity, my best-friends and ex-boyfriends do. But that's because I'm also apart of the famous assassin group, seven sins, along with all bestfriends.

Speaking of them, now my brothers are gone, we can hanging out, go to races and fights whenever we want.

Maybe I'll even throw some joints into the mix as well.

Although I spend majority of my time at my dads, I own a house with my bestfriends, thanks to me being a trillionaire, humble I know, I own a few estates all over the world for business leisure.

Though, I rarely travel anymore due to my companies workload keeping me here in LA.

My family are unaware of my identity as the devils advocate, or one of the seven sins, so my dad assumes all my money comes from my businesses.

He wouldn't be wrong, but I do earn a lot off of fighting.

Usually Andreas, one of my best friends, helps we with my work load but due to him being the french mafia don, along with me and Arlo, our other best friend, as his 2nd & 3rd in command. He's always busy at the moment.

I'm the leader of seven sins, meaning I usually lead are missions but I obviously listen and take the other boy's inputs in to consideration.

Overall, I'm many different people living one life. I'm apart of the Norwegian and French mafia, along with my title as the famous devils advocate and one of the seven sins,

Oh, and I can't forget being a business woman and the youngest trillionaire in the world.

I'm ceo of AK manufacturing, our weapons are currenly number one in the market. Along with my other business KAYG, our security services. I do have more 'normal' business as Mrs KA, they stem from technology, tattoo parlours law firms and other corporates.

I pulled up to my dad's house as I waited for the gates to open, i gave the guards a smile and bided them goodnight, although they stayed still like robots.

Once I was inside, I put away my weapons, showered and headed to bed.