Heart

Chapter One

I know if I'm haunting you
You must be haunting me
- Beyoncé

+ Daytona +

I cracked my knuckles as I looked at my mother in front of me. I had eyes and ears everywhere, and suddenly, I wish that I didn't. Happy go lucky marriages aren't something that are supposed to be ruined. Maybe that's why she's sitting here, pretending like everything's okay, and she did nothing wrong. My poor father, he doesn't know. He doesn't know that his own wife is cheating on him with the rival mafia leader. Or that his wife is feeding her new affair partner with our information.

And to think I looked up to her.

I scoffed, not listening to a word she was saying. I stood up quickly, my father shouting protests at me, before I walked out of the front door and slammed it shut. I rummaged through my pockets, looking for my keys. I got into my car, driving towards the nearest club.

Divorce was frowned upon in the mafia world. So my parents would either have to stay together, or my father would have to kill her. I know that he had love for her, but I for one, didn't after what I've learned.

Cheater.

Liar.

I took a deep breath, feeling my heart rate skyrocket. I opened my soda next to me, chugging half of it as I drove. Every time I was near her, she made me unbelievably angry. That's the one bad thing that came with my secrets, being able to shut my mouth and pretend I didn't know them.

Juan Rameriez, Brazilian mafia leader, having an affair with my mother.

Kelly Malone, kept in the basement at the main house where Midas Rosso lives.

Yomar Rodriguez, taking over the Russian Mafia.

Abu Issac, taking over the Irish mafia. 

Josephina Issac, secretly co-owner to the Swedish mafia.

Robert Nelson, new leader of the Canadian Mafia, and human trafficker.

William Mustgrove, leader of the England Mafia, and gives shitty weapons when dealing in his shipments.

Don't even get me started on the people that aren't the leaders. I know everyone's mafia, inside and out. Photographic memory, and an IQ of 178, I am labeled as a genius. Maybe that's why my mother has tried to hide me in the dark. She knows that I know.

You're too sneaky for your own good, nobody knows.

I reversed into my parking spot, before getting out of my car. I plastered a smile on my face, and ruffled my hair so that it had more volume. I unzipped my jacket lower, and walked by the front door, starting to make my way to the back of the line.

"Hey! Blondie! You can go right in!" I grinned, pressing a kiss to the cheek of the doorman.

"Thanks handsome." His cheeks turned pink, and people protested. I turned to face them, glaring at them, making them shut up. I pushed my way into the club, the sweat and loud noise was what first hit you when you first walked in. I walked towards the bar, ready to take my normal seat. I tensed when I noticed someone was there. I grumbled to myself, settling for a different seat in the corner.

"You are beautiful." The new bartender said to me, and I smiled widely.

"Why, thank you." I squinted my eyes and looked at his nametag.

"Pevi." I said, a smile on my face.

"It's Levi." He frowned and I grinned wider.

"That's what I said, silly!" I chuckled, before dropping the smile from my face.

"Tiki torch, please." I flashed a smile at him, once again, and he raised his eyebrow.

"Corona, shot of grenadine in it." I explained, and he nodded his head. Some people shouldn't have jobs. I turned in my chair, feeling the cold glass in my hand.

"On my tab, Bevi." I waved him off, not facing him and I could hear his eye roll.

"It's Levi." He muttered, and I stared at the people who danced around. I felt eyes on me, causing me to look around. I held my drink to my lips, taking a sip. I loved the loudness, I loved being quiet in the middle of the storm. I loved how it drowned my thoughts out. The doors swung open, and people whistled.

I stared as Abu Issac walked through the door. It was expected, this is his club. He was in a dark blue suit, and walked towards the bar. I blinked and kept my gaze on the door next to him, seeing him in my peripheral vision. I cracked my knuckles, and chuckled when his eyes snapped to the new bartender in anger.

"You're fired." A small smile graced my face, as I sipped my drink. I looked down at my Apple Watch, making sure I was still good on time. I had time to kill, before I killed.

That was a good one.

"Boss! You can't do that! I'm your best bartender!" Abu held his hand up, silencing the guy. I spun around, facing the bae once again as I stared at the gun in whatever the fuck his name was waistband. I licked my lips, the taste of cherry consuming me. Abu walked over to security, and soon enough, bartending guy was getting escorted out. I put my hood up, slowly following him out of the bar.

"Get the fuck off of me!" The security guards threw him into the alley next to the bar, and I cringed when I looked up and saw the security cameras. I grabbed my hoodie strings, pulling them tight so that just my eyes were out. I tied it around my head, and grabbed my gun from my waist band. I attached my silencer, and watched the guards walk away.

"Levi Rosa." I spoke in a mocking tone, spinning my gun around my finger.

"Who the fuck are you?" He yelled, grabbing his gun from his waistband.

"Someone who you haven't paid." His eyes lit up in realization, and I smirked.

"You're a girl!?" He yelled, still holding his gun up to me. His body language held fear, but his eyes held confidence.

Fake it until you make it, am I right?

"And you're fucking dead." I cheered, pulling the trigger. I watched his body fall limp onto the ground. I untired my hood, but kept it on. I sucked in a deep breath. I kneeled down to the ground, picking up his gun.

Mother fucker still had the safety on.

I emptied his pockets, taking the cash and stuffing it into my bra. I grabbed his cards, and looked at the four numbers behind his ear. I slowly made my way to my car, locking the doors after I got in, and taking my hoodie off and throwing it to the passenger seat.

I started my car, making the drive towards a familiar house. I parked in the driveway, stuffing the cash from my bra, into the cup holder. I got out of my car, and banged on the front door. The door swung open, and there stood my brunette best friend.

"Harley, where is your husband?" I asked, tilting my head. She grinned, pulling me into the house.

"Nick!" She yelled, before handing me a bag of sour patch kids. I grinned, opening the bag and eating them.

Girl, you just murdered someone.

"What's up?" I put the cards down in front of him, and he grabbed his laptop.

"Pin is seven, eight, two, zero." I spoke, closing my eyes and remembering the numbers down his ear.

Men are stupid.

"How have you been?" Harley asked me, and I shrugged.

"As good as one can be." She let out a huff at my answer, and I smiled.

"How's the lead with Juan?" Nick asked, and I raised my eyebrow at him.

"Killed Levi Rosa." I shrugged, and Nick smirked.

"Drug guy?" I nodded my head.

"Money is deposited into our account."