My Only Love

Chapter 1-V-Valentina..?

        Valentina had been sent on a mission, a mission to follow the Valkyrie Clan's new leader.

Myra's POV

"Ah, Mom.." I said, and Mama sighed. "The clan is named after you, my love. You can't...not want to be in it."

I looked away, I hated that she did that. My dad was an honest man, and he got caught up in this mess. I hated that she brought my father into this, and I hated that they had me, and named the clan after me.

"Mom, I don't want to live like this. There's a big target on my back, just for being your daughter!" Mama grabbed my face, her warm hand engulfing my cheek. "Baby, you're gonna continue the legacy. You have too. It can't end with you..." She quickly started up again, "E-even if it does! ...which it won't.. At Least do this mission for me? Please, pumpkin'?"

I hated when she called me that. "I'm not your pumpkin anymore." I spat out harshly, I hated it so much when she called me that. She mainly called me that because... well, I've been told when I secrete pheromones, it smells like pumpkins, pina coladas, or something with coconut. Plus, pumpkin was when I knew Valentina, when we had actually been friends, before she made me fight her, and I got a nasty scar on my midsection. Pumpkin was before my father was obsessed with killing anyone, and anything that had to do with the Cascarino Mafia. Pumpkin was when I was normal. But, you could say I was never really normal. I am an omega, sadly, so everyone doesn't take me very seriously. I tucked my handgun into my holster, and fixed my slacks. I quickly left, not bothering to say goodbye to my mother.

Walking the streets was lame, and the cars following me, full of my dads best guards, were even lamer. I managed to lose them for a block, then a guy came up to me. "Hey, I've never tasted dark chocolate before~ You're cute." He grabbed my arm. It was a white guy, and girl. Who the fuck nowadays likes to be called dark chocolate?

Valentina's POV

I woke up at midnight. Fuck. I'm late! My fuck-ass mom told me to wake up at 11:30, because we'd been following the Valkyrie Clan's leaders' movements for a while, and my radar was beeping off the fucking charts. It's crazy I slept through it. Anyway, my moms been nagging about it, saying "alphas all need their sleep," but when I sleep, she throws a fit. I hate that bitch. I threw on some sweatpants, and a compression shirt, with black gloves. I can't get caught, because something tells me bodies are gonna drop.

As I open the closet door to get my shoes, there she is..Myra. My Myra. It's a shame she dropped out of college, I would've totally smashed. We used to be friends, but our moms made us fight, and I landed a pretty nasty gash in her stomach, but, due to that..I have no idea where she is right now. I don't even know her full name, I just know that, well, when our mafias had meetings, back when we were civilized, we'd both be playing in the corner. Damn, she was bad.

I ended up leaving the house 20 minutes later, too caught up in reminiscing, and quickly tracked the Valkyrie Clan's new leader, damn she's– wait, she? I fully expected it to be a jock-built fuckwad. Anyway, she's moving fast as fuck! I had to run across–, yes, across, I'm on the roofs. Across literally 4 buildings, because I guess these cars were following her. Smart girl, survival instincts.

Anyway, this skinny white guy walked up to her, and she yanked away. Her hand..she's dark skinned, with a couple of golden rings, and a snake ring on her pinkie. I'll keep that in mind— Wait, wait, wait. Where have I seen that snake ring before..? That's Myra's snake ring. Her fucking family is the Valkryie Clan? That's hot as hell. Anyway, who's this white dude touching on my woman? Well...she doesn't know she's mine yet. But, that dude's smell is fucking clashing with the coconut. He smells like booze. And, she apparently also doesn't seem to know she's oozing pheromones right now...man, how i've missed that coconut smell. She smells amazing.

Myra's POV

"Back the fuck up! I'm taken!" I was now speed walking away from this douche, could he not take the hint? I wasn't speaking nicely AT ALL. We were walking past an alleyway, and I heard his drunken footsteps right behind me, until it stopped. I turned around, he wasn't there.

But, a new smell filled my nostrils, like..vanilla. It smells so good, I have to follow it. The mission can wait a minute, right?

Fuck, I have to go! Now! I pretty much speed walked down the alleyway, following the scent as it got stronger, and stronger... until I heard a pathetic cry. My breathing stops. "Pl-please, lady, don't kill me! I ain' do nothin' to that girl! I ain' even want her!" It sounded like the man from earlier. That was grabbing on me. I saw a tall woman, with gorgeous long, black hair. He was bleeding out on the ground, as the woman stomped his face in, with black air forces on. My breath hitched in my throat— I can't handle seeing blood– I faint at the sight. My head is reeling. I was terrified at the sight of this mysterious woman killing this man in cold blood. I was hyperventilating, not caring about my presence being known...

Valentina's POV

I heard her loud breathing behind me, damn, she still sucks at hiding herself. I turned around, walking out of the shadows, showing my face, and now fully looking at hers. "Missed me, Mi Amor~?"

"V-Valentina..?" she whimpered, pathetically.