Mafia Queen

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Wham!

My wrapped fist comes in contact with the punching bag once more today, my knuckles scream in protest. I had been in my personal gym all morning, getting a head start on the beginning of my self-defense training that was supposed to start later today. It was nothing new as I had been training for this for more than thirteen years. The moment I turned twelve my father's right-hand man, Alexi, placed a gun in my hands and taught me how to shoot to kill by order of my father who was currently lying on his death bed awaiting literal death to finally take him off his throne. 

Wham Whack Smack!

I switch from punching to kicking, hitting the bag full of sand harder and harder as I feel my irritation and anger rise. Anger and irritation I wish I could take out on my father for throwing me unwillingly into his world of pain and death. My mother didn't want this life for me, but it seems life just wasn't fair that way. She died in a car accident, along with my unborn baby brother who would've taken over for this life, this...Mafia life instead of me. I didn't want to be a Mafia queen, I didn't want to be responsible for people or to take over a life of crime, I just wanted to be normal.

With one last very hard kick the punching bag fell off it's hook hitting the ground with a loud thud, sand spills out of a rip, I would have to call a maid to come clean it up later, right now however if anyone were to walk in I think I'd probably knock them on their ass. 

"Someone's angry this morning"

Without hesitation I swing my leg back to kick the person who dared invade my privacy, only said person grabbed my leg and held it there. Kristoff, Alexi's son and my best friend grins at me mischievously, he knew better than to disturb me when I'm angry, but it never stopped him from doing so. I huff and motion for him to drop my leg which he does but unbeknownst to him I swing my other leg, landing a kick to his side, knocking him over quite literally on his ass.

"Ouch! Son of a bitch Licie that hurt!"

"Then that should remind you not to disturb me when I'm angry again now will it Krisy?"

"Yeah yeah whatever, I came down here for a reason though."

"And what reason would that be exactly?"

"Your father wants to speak with you. Says it's urgent."

"It's always urgent when he wants to scold me for not doing things correctly. Please tell him that I will be there in ten minutes unless he'd rather me show up sweaty and dirty."

Kristoff gives me a little bow knowing I hate it when he does then pecks my lips before turning his back, sauntering away. For about a year on and off we had been dating, It didn't work out quite the way he had hoped, my father didn't approve of our relationship given that he is supposed to become my second in command. That didn't exactly stop us from doing things behind his back, I wasn't a child anymore and he couldn't control my actions from his bedroom where he stayed. 

I toss my gloves on the bench in front of a mirror and head up the stairs to the third floor, my floor. I made it a point to my father that I didn't want people disturbing me throughout the day unless they needed to, so as a compromise he redid the whole third floor to be my own apartment. I had everything I needed and more, I updated it to fit more to my personality and my likes. With the money I'm soon to be inheriting , I plan on building my own home somewhere away from this place to keep my privacy. 

I hated this life, but it had it's perks. Once in my wing I head towards my massive bathroom, not wasting any time to strip myself of my workout clothes and stepping into my walk in shower, turning the hot water on and setting it to the correct temperature. I didn't want to take too long, after all I did tell my father I would be there in ten minutes, so I hurriedly wash my hair and my body in my strawberry scented soaps, rinse off and step out, grabbing my fluffy red towel next to me and wrapping it around me when the cold hits me like a wall.