"You wanna fight? I'll bring war."
Seraphina. A strong confident mafia Heiress.
She is rutheless , confident , arrogant , disgustingly rich and popular between men. Everyone craves for her. She knows her worth and never lets anyone disrespect her...
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Today was the second time when i felt i accomplished something , first was when i shot my first bullet inside someone's head and second was today when i claimed my title as a mafia.
I was feeling a great sense of accomplishment after the ceremony. No one was there except some people of the italian mafia community. The elders.
They congratulated me and i was on the moon. All i wanted was power , i got it today but later in the party someone shot me in my thigh , i don't know who it was , may be somebody hired a assassin to kill me. But whoever was it , he was a beginners. I shot the mother fucker in the head while he was running like a little bitch , as i reached the new place called home.
It was really late at night when i entered in the new mansion of my husband. It had a great interior and was luxurious , it was around the same size as mine.
I went on through the stairs and directly went inside my closet in our bedroom. When i was checking myself where the bullet was in my thigh i felt him enter inside the closet. He tried arguing even when i was hurt in the leg.
I shushed him down and disappeared inside the bathroom. I was trying to find the first aid box but i didn't find it anywhere. I emerged back in the bedroom to find it on the vanity. It was kept in a place so intentional. I looked at him sleeping peacefully.
He can't keep it here by himself , he is a really big jerk to do this.
I took the first aid box as i tried taking the bullet out and applying some oinment around the wound followed by a bandage wrap around it.
It pained like hell but i was used to it. I walked in the room and switched the lights off after changing into one of my silk nightwear to make this shitty situation a little better , nice clothes always cheer you up.
I woke up after 6 hours of sleep. It was 11 past 19. I carefully lifted myself off of the bed and walked towards the washroom to freshen up.
After brushing my teeth and taking a nice long shower i wore a pair of shorts and a tube top. After getting ready and spraying the perfume last time i was done.
After everything was done including breakfast i went inside my bedroom again and slept.
He wasn't there on the bed when i woke up. The medicine i took had a painkiller so the wound was a little better and was not paining as much. I woke up after 5 hour sleep. It was around 6 p.m.
