The Mafia's Princess

Chapter 18 ~ Training Time (Part 1)

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~Siren’s POV~

“The car will be here in a few minutes” Logan announced to the silent room of people. Carter’s hand rubbed my back softly as he tried to comfort me. Hera and Hector were sitting on the love seat going through the day’s agenda for the fourth time in 20 minutes and Julian was looking more brooding and mysterious than ever. So yeah you could say we were all just a little tense. If you are raised in the mafia, you start learning all the ins and outs at 10 and start physical training at 15. At 16 you become an amateur who goes on little assignments with an older mentor and start having trainings with people your own age so that the teachers can start seeing how you interact in different environments with different people and so they can make an educated decision on who your partner is.

There is an elite group every mobster in training aspires to and that is the ‘guard’. A guard has essentially two jobs, first to protect the governing family members and to go on missions with them. It was a dream job as it required bravery and intelligence because if you were in the guard your opinion and ideas were heard and respected by the governing family members. I was too young to choose my guard and Hector had yet to decide on people so we were still under the protection of our dad’s guard. Well Nora’s now that we lived with her.

People started to move and I was torn from my thoughts and followed the rest out to the car waiting to take us to the training centre. “You’ll be fine baby” Carter murmured into my ear as we waited for the others to file in to the usual BMW. I glanced around and apart from the few guys on patrol around the grounds all the other members were either inside getting a little bit of relaxation before a shift or assignment or at their own houses. Either way Nora’s usually busy house was surprisingly quiet at 5:30 in the morning.  I got up on my tippy toes and kissed Carter hoping he’d feel how grateful I was for his comfort and understanding in all this dad nonsense. With everything that had been going on we had decided to just keep our new relationship on the down low until the dust settled again (aka my dad got his good-for-nothing behind on a plane)

The training centre was a warehouse type building purchased by my father under the guise of a legitimate building and storage space for all the goods we’re shipping around the world but if you were mafia you were let onto the top floor which is where most of our money went. Dad was a strong believer of putting most of our money into making us stronger and smarter so that we could in turn make more money. It was logical

Despite all the anger I held against training centres because of all the ties to my dad it was a spectacular site. There was no hiding or subtlety on the top floor. Hundreds of training mobsters and teachers filled the enormous space and talked openly about business and training. Obviously because of how far down they were they couldn’t really discuss anything consequential or current. Our group glided right through the heart of it all to the three judges. They were the law in this place to both teacher and trainee. They had done their time and now got to make sure that there were no rogue trainers or injustice amongst the trainees. There was always three in every training centre

“One may be deceit, two can be conspiracy but three is the number I trust” was the saying of my great great grandfather who had started this humble and localized business

“Where is he?” I asked quietly of the three men

“Waiting by the mats” the one in the middle replied “He’s been here for five minutes” he added a warning clear in his voice. Hera gasped quietly – we had kept a superior waiting. There was an etiquette that was observed in our line of business it was like a rule book that kept us from falling into chaos.