𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝗼𝐧𝐞

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄
𝐌𝗼𝐬𝐜𝗼𝐰, 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐚

I stared at the grave hopelessly waiting for something to happen. Maybe a lifeless hand will  rip up out the ground or an angel comes floating down to give words of wisdom. The cool shit that only happens in movies were keeping me from ditching this whole funeral thing.

I blow out a huge breath confused on why I'm still here. Death has never been my forte. Though I've been on the verge of dying before, the damn devil just seems to keep on missing.

My hands twisted the hem of my black babydoll dress and my kitten heels were digging in the wet soil. It warm enough that I didn't need stockings but wearing a coat wasn't frowned upon.

This wasn't normally my style but father said I need to respect the dead. Like they give a shit what I'm wearing. They're fucking dead.

A scent of cigars and oak brushed my nose, and my father, Jeremiah Bianchi, appeared next to me. His hand held a bouquet of red roses. He kneeled down placing them on the grave and kissed his finger before tapping the tombstone.

"You're going to be on your best behavior today. My kind and respectable daughter I know you are," he paused before continuing "Correct?" His tone was nonnegotiable like always but a little sympathy was twisted between his words.

Kind and respectable daughter he made into a killer. Jesus Christ. I held back a scoff at his words. My whole life is surrounded by blood shed and destruction. And now I needed to kind and respectable. What a load of bullshit.

Father held out a hand and waited for me to take the gesture. Pulling me alone towards the church house. With the amount of cars here I could tell this meeting was going to be forever.

Entering the building I could hear the heated men arguing from the pastor's office. Twelve men hogged the room but my eyes flew to the only other woman.

Alex stood in the corner like a little girl needing a way out, which was completely out her normal. Her eyes met mine and she shook her head as if I shouldn't have walked in. Walking over to her I was stopped by a thick Russian accent.

"We in a war with the unknown. Our shipments and supplies are being burned by men of the night. Men are dying left and right. I need some god damn answers!" The room went quiet as the Pakhan spoke. He was right. We were at war, and I didn't have any answers to give.

After a moment, my father spoke up for the slient men. "There was a leak from a trustable source that the next target is a club back in New York. All units head to the city in under 24 hours."

There was a nodded of agreement around the room. I shifted on my feet knowing what was waiting for me back in that city. I've avoided my destiny for too long I suppose. The Pakhan started on his rant again making my head lift from the floor.

"I want someone's head on my fucking table. By any means possible!" His words burn a whole deep in the air causing my skin to light on fire.

Okay y'all I started the book over. Um yea so don't be mad at me fr.