Checkmate

Checkmate; Chapter 1

"We have all lived in the times of struggle. In times of weakness and in times of fear. This shall be no more! For we have conquered the dangers! We have conquered the fear and the weakness! We shall prosper and we shall rejoice! For the world will know who we are! Our name will be heard from every mouth and listened by every ear! Long live the prosperous and the strong and the brave! We shall be eternal!!"

The crowd cheered as he gave his speech, they whooped and clapped. It was huge with millions of people. Some poor and some rich who have in need of the Mafia and its service.

"Madeline?" I was brought out of my daze and watched as my father stood in front of the fireplace. Book in hand and scotch in the other.
"Sorry, I must've dosed off while you were talking" I mumbled but his scowl told me he had heard my comment.

He placed his book on the table and sat besides me in his velvet robe as the fire licked the wood and created the flames of hell.
"This is important. Please, just go to bed we will do this again when you wake up"

I rose from my seat and turned to face the fire. "I don't care what any of the leaders said in the past. It will be what I will say in the future."

My name is Madeline Viloni, I am 19 years old and I am being trained to rule the Mafia empire in which my father will be passing down to me. Lesson after lesson has prepared me for the day I will rule.

My father, some call him the Mafia King, some call him Marcus. He built a Mafia empire and is the most highly respected and one of the richest men in the world.

"You must learn these things. Now go to bed, you will have a great ordeal of a day tomorrow" I nodded and left the room, listening to my boots tread across the polished marble floor. Each step, up the stairs and across the hall to where my bedroom lay, was complete utter silent until I opened the door.

Inside the fluttering of the curtains and the buzzing of my phone on the bedside table woke me from my dazed state. The text messages and emails of luck and well being from the family and outsiders awaiting my coronation, the thank you's never seemed to stop flowing as well as the gifts that came through the post.

I plopped unto the awaiting mattress with its dark red Crimson sheets. Placing my arm over my eyes I prayed for sleep to come and after three hours of awaiting the end of my insomniac thoughts I pulled open the drawer of the dresser to my right, and placed the needle in my neck awaiting the sedative to take me under sleep. My eyes closed slowly shut and that night I dreamt of nothing but utter darkness, the sun coming up too soon than it has been called upon.