Female Don (Jamaican story)

Chapter 1

Kehlani pov:

From mi a 10 mi a but bullet through big
man and big oman head, neva did have a choice it was apart of my training.

I'm the first and only born child of the Russo Family. With that I am the heir to the family business as well as the family gang.

I didn't have a normal childhood like most girls growing up. Girls at the age of seven were usually given dolls to play with as toys, coloring book etc. my first toy was a gun.

Luckily nuh bullet neva in deh caz mi would a surely kill mi self.

From a young age I was taught to fight, how to shoot a gun, how to load a gun, how to detached my emotions so it wouldn't get in the way of my work etc. I was made in the perfect killing machine. But my dad saw me far from perfect.

In his words I would only be perfect enough when I killed a member of our rival gang, but not just any member. He wants me to kill the son of the don. Clyde Romano.

Younger me tried to live up to my father's expectations, I did everything he wanted just to get some validation from him. I wanted him to tell me how proud of me he is and how much he loved me. But to him I'll just be an imperfect killing machine that he wants to use to get his revenge. I lived up to him......but everything stop that day when he gave me a gun and told me to kill my own uncle.

Flashbacks:

"Kehlani yah keep up mi time enuh likkle girl" my father said in an angry tone.

I was gasping for breath as I stared at my uncle who was kneeling in front of me. He was looking right back at mi with a sad, but genuine smile on his face.

His faced was bruised and blood was pouring out at the corners of his mouth, his hands was bend and it seem to be broken because it was just dangling there. One of his eyes was ripped from his head. It was a very gruesome sight and I felt sick to my stomach, I almost throw up.

I could tell that he was in pain, and yet he still looked up at me with a genuine smile. My heart pains me.

I looked at the gun in my shaking hands and back at my uncle, tears pouring from my eyes.

My eyes ventured to my father and he was already looking at me with the look of disgust and my stomach turn.

Mi nuh waa mi father fi be disappointed inna a me, I wanted him to see that I was good and I wanted him to be proud of me.....but I just couldn't do it I couldn't kill my uncle.....he was like the dad I never had......

"Kehlani-"

"Daddy mi sure there is another way, l-l-like mi sure fi a fact seh wi nuh affi do dis daddy please" I cried and begged, my whole body shaking.

Iikkle most mi drop the gun.

"Weh yah talk bout kehlani????!! And how much time mi affi tell yuh seh fi stop mek yuh emotions get inna the way of work?! Grow up and stop acting like a fucking child!" He practically screamed at me.

And that's the funny thing.....

I was a child

"..."

I was 10....ten year old shouldn't be doing this. I should be outside playing.....but here I am, A 10 year old who is given the order to kill my own blood....my own uncle.

"But weh him do mek him deserve death?" I asked my father bitterly.

And he stared at me coldly. That's the first time mi realize seh dah man yah just blood and money thirsty. Him nuh have nun name a heart.