The Enemy

Prologue

Two years ago- Samora

"I will probably just marry her off. Lord knows women are incompetent" I heard my petulant father say from the other side of the the conference room doors. I was on my way into the room to talk to him about having Ana come stay with me for the summer I already knew he would put up a fight about it because that's just what he does, but instead Im standing on the other side of his doors listening to him talk about him stepping down and his plans to have me married off to some Russian dimwit in a years time. It's as if he doesn't know his own daughter, like I'm just going to let him take so much of an ounce of my new found freedom. I've fought hard and killed harder to get where I am and I'll be damned if I let anything get in the way of whatever normalcy I call myself having at the moment.

"Oh goodie to have you join us Valentina" My father's favorite guard says from behind me. My body immediately stiffens at the mention of that name i haven't been called that since she died. It's not like I despise it or anything it just makes me feels things I would rather not feel. Slowly turning on the heels of my feet I look up to meet eyes with him. I may be little but the men in this house know what I can do they just don't care since being inferior to a female is a big no no around here. "Let that hand touch me and I'll make sure it won't touch anything else for the rest of your miserable life" I say looking down at the hand he was raising to touch me. " don't worry I can escort myself into the room" turning away from him to enter the room.

I did it purposely because I know my dad hates it when we girls walk around his estate without proper 'escorts'. They are more like silent reminders that we are the least trusted things in this world

Like we were the ones that got his wife killed

"Valentina" Jamil, my so called father, says in a very annoyed like tone. Not giving him so much as a second glance I sit down at the other end of the table and fold my hands together. Just another stab at his so called leadership since sitting here would imply that I am his equal and god forbid any woman be seen as an equal to any man let alone a Don.

"I understand you have this incessant need to control every aspect of my life, but I am in no way shape or form going to be married off to anybody just to feed your pestering need to be in control." I start to say putting my hands on the table and folding them together. Just from the looks on everyone's faces here I could tell I was starting to cross into dangerous territory but if we're being entirely truthful here I could care less. They know like I know that I could take them all on at once.

If I really wanted too

Before I could even get another word in my dad decided to open his mouth. "I would be very careful with the next words that comes out of that mouth of yours Valentina". I could tell by the steady reddening of his cheeks that he was a couple minutes away from blowing a fuse in that pee sized head of his. "If you wish to have me take over I can do just that but I will not let you bully me into marrying ANYBODY." I take a deep breath before finishing, I was starting to yell and I hate to yell it doesn't fit my persona. Yelling is for people who have to show force in order to get a point across whereas I can calmly state my piece and if you feel like you're not getting the point I can just as easily cut a body part off. "If you wish to have your successor be apart of your bloodline I will happily take over but I will not be getting married to anyone, now I've said what I said take your time to think over it." I finish my conversation and get up to leave.

Not even after taking three steps always from the chair I was seated on my father speaks up in a very low calm monotonous voice, "kill her". It was a direct order not an easy one but a direct one. Smiling to myself I prepare for the familiar sound of scarping chairs.