Mafia Bloodlines

Chapter 30

Third person's pov

" Your first lesson is understanding how long it takes for someone to die." He murmured. His hands ghosted over hers, guiding the blade into her own throat. The tip pressed lightly against her pulse point, just enough to remind her that death was always close.

" A clean slice across the carotid artery, and they will be unconscious in five to fifteen seconds. Dead in under one minute." he continued his fingers curling around hers.

Faina swallowed, her throat shifting against the blade. Ambrose chuckled before turning his wrist and dragging the knife downwards, stopping around her navel.

" But if you stab the stomach instead, they can take hours to die from internal bleeding. Hours of screaming in agony.   Faina exhaled slowly as Ambrose explained, it was not from fear, she liked hearing about this.

Ambrose stepped away, retrieving his gun. A sleek, black pistol. He offered it to Faina who accepted it. Ambrose smiled when he saw that Faina was experienced with guns.

" What about a gunshot to the head?" Faina asks enthusiastically.

" A gunshot to the head, instant death of you hit the brainstem. But if you miss let's just say the human body can survive a shot to the skull."

Ambrose stepped closer again, his chest touching her back. " A real assassin doesn't just kill, she makes a statement," Ambrose whispered the last part in Faina's ear.

Faina turned her head slightly, her breath hitching as she realised just how close his lips were to her skin. The warmth of his breath ghosted her cheek and for a moment, just a fleeting moment Faina's thoughts scattered.

She hated him.... She hated him?
She hated how he made her heart race for the wrong reason. She hated how he understood  without her having to tell him.

Ambrose chuckled  as if he could hear her thoughts.

" Careful  you might start liking me  μου καταιγίδα"

" Not in this lifetime." Faina replied with sass.

"We'll see." Ambrose said and then pressed the button on the wall. A metal door slid open, traveling a bound man on a chair, gagged and terror-stricken. A traitor.

" Your first kill, something to introduce yourself to the underworld with." Ambrose said while standing besides Faina.

Her finger hovered over the trigger  she fired and the blood sprayed. Faina caught the glorious scent in the air.

" I will make you the world's greatest assassin. That is my vow to you Faina. Consider it a birthday gift, happy seventeenth birthday Faina" Ambrose said, with much intensity. Faina had no doubt that Ambrose would keep his word. She knew him well by now.

Then, without saying a word, Ambrose reached out and wiped a strand of hair out of Faina's face. His fingers brushed against her skin, sending a shiver down her spine.

"Come," he said, his voice low and husky. "Let's celebrate your birthday in style." Faina raised an eyebrow, intrigued. She followed Ambrose out of the room, leaving the lifeless body behind. They walked through the winding corridors of the mansion, finally arriving at a grand ballroom.

The room was filled with people, all dressed in formal attire. They turned to face Faina and Ambrose, who had just walked in

Agape rushed to her parent's side the moment she spotted them. She crashed Faina into a big hug.

" Happy birthday Mommy. Daddy and I arranged this party for you, do you like it?" Agape said. It was the first time Agape called Faina Mommy. It seems Faina was making progress.

" I love it. It is really nice." Faina replied with a warm smile.

" It's a shame that your family couldn't come as we couldn't invite them but don't be too sad. Dad6and I are here, we are your family." Agape ranted, not paying attention to how the mood quickly turned sour after what she said. Faina's mind went to Ulyana, this was their special day, they couldn't celebrate it together. Faina and Ulyana were going to celebrate this day with their brothers, Mom, Dad and Klara. This day posed as a reminder that Faina had spent ten months without her family. Ten months of being whatever she was to Ambrose.

Ambrose took Faina's hand, leading her to the center of the room. He raised his glass, his eyes locking onto hers.

"To Faina, the future queen of the underworld," he said, his voice dripping with intensity. "May your birthday be the start of a new era, one where you reign supreme."

Different mafia leaders had honoured Ambrose's invite. They were surprised to see that Ambrose's wife was so young but they couldn't question it, especially not in Ambrose's presence. None of them knew that Faina was Vladimir Novikovs  and Anastasia Bukhari's daughter . They all know her as Faina Kravaritis, the Greek mafia don, Ambrose's queen. As  Faina looked across the room She  realised that she was a part of this world now, and she would do whatever it took to rise to the top.

Ambrose's eyes locked onto hers, a small smile playing on his lips. Faina knew that she had a long way to go, but with Ambrose by her side, she felt invincible. The night wore on, with Faina being toasted and celebrated by the people in the room. She laughed and smiled, But deep down, she knew that she was still Ambrose's prisoner. She was not his queen. She knew that she had to play by Ambrose's rules, at least for now.As the night drew to a close, Faina made a silent vow to herself. She would play the game, but she would never forget who she truly was. She would never forget her past, and she would never forget the people who had wronged her.

The music stopped, and the room fell silent. Ambrose's eyes locked onto Faina's, a small smile playing on his lips.

As Faina blew the candles she made three wishes. She wished to become the most notorious and invisible assassin in the world. She wished that Mikhail's soul would find eternal peace. Faina still blamed herself for Mikhail's tragic end, she regrets coming onto him like that.
And last but not list, Faina wishes that Ambrose would die from her hands. After making her wishes, Faina opened her eyes and flashed a smile at Ambrose. He would never know what hit him, Faina thought to herself.