Mafia

𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚏 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚝

Adeline Rose

Are all jobs this easy to get?

And do they all pay this well? 

15 million a year has me set for life- I won't need to work a day in a few years.

After Leonardo left- I went straight to sleep.

I woke up the next morning like I didn't just kill 4 men with just a knife and my fists.

When I woke up fresh clothes sat on the edge of my bed.

A jacket and leggings.

4 knives one gun.

I quickly showered- finding the hair products I needed already in there.

I throw my hair up into a braid letting some pieces fall loosely.

I exit the room, the long hallway stretches on and on.

The staircase is even bigger, this place reminds me of a ballroom.

A beefy guy I recognise as the guy that ran off yesterday to get Leonardo comes around the corner, looking around.

His eyes catch on mine.

"Chief Commandant, Capo told me to escort you to the training grounds." he looks me up and down and scowls, "Follow me."

He walks away, and I follow after him.

We end up going down, the stairs seem to last forever.

Until we reach the bottom the smell of sweat and blood wraps the air.

Men are fighting, some losing drastically.

Some men have guns in hand, practising aim.

Nevertheless, this place is messy.

Guns litter the floor, gloves scattered and blood smeared everywhere.

I look at my badge. 

Cheif.

Im in charge.

"SOMEONE CLEAN UP THIS FUCKING GYM!" I shout, everyone stops and stares, some reading my shirt and running to clean up.

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"Don't be scared Williams- but some force into it."

Williams, one of the men, won't punch hard enough to even cause a bruise.

He punches the bag like it's his mother.

"PUNCH IT U ASSHOLE!" I shout at him.

He starts to punch the bag and I sigh in relief.

I walk to the next man, who hammers the bag.

Great, at least someone who knows what they're doing.