The Godfather

CHAPTER 2 | Bethany

'Never hate your enemies' my father always said, 'it affects your judgment'. Well, that's kind of difficult at the moment. I mean, our arch-nemesis just broke into our hide-out, that has been hidden and secret for twenty-six years shot my father where he stood and then left the same way he came while everyone was still in shock and processing what just happened. But what Mr. Smith was unaware of, was that my father, Feliks Nkeiveroff, had a daughter.

Me.

So... I suppose this is my intro.

Hi, I'm Anya Nikeiveroff. A 17-year-old student at a private high school, a theatre kid, and I also just so happen to be the second in command and soon to become Godfather of a Mafia gang. Of course, no one but the people outside the gang knows about that last part.

Now as you can probably tell, I am no ordinary teenager. Yes, I have a small circle of friends outside of the mafia that I have to keep hundreds of secrets from. But lucky me, I can lie and I can lie well. I wouldn't be a very good mafia if I couldn't.

I try to spend every Sunday I can with my school friends so they don't get too suspicious. They like to play detective and figure out the identities of the mafia bosses from the headlines in newspapers and on social media.

"Nikeiveroff gang strikes again"

"Two Smith gang goons arrested"

And the most recent ones...

"Feliks Nikieveroff is the Godfather of the Nikeiveroff mafia gang!"

"Big win for the Smith gang!"

"Nikieveroff mafia gang leader killed! Will they disappear? Or will someone take over?"

I would like everyone to believe that for the time being, we have disappeared. At the moment we are safer if we pretend we never existed.

"...or will someone take over? Huh. hey Anya! Do you think I could run a mafia gang?" Brittany asked eagerly.

Now how do I explain Brittany? She gets excited by almost anything and can be a little silly sometimes, but she is in the top five in the class.

"Don't be silly!" I giggled. "You can barely manage your own time properly to complete your assessments, let alone run a mafia gang." I rolled my eyes playfully, "although somehow you stay in the top five which I find surprising."

Brittany scoffed, "Well excuse you! At least I don't sneak out of school every free period I get! Honestly, Anya, I wouldn't be surprised if YOU were the leader of a mafia gang, or at least part of one anyway."

I did my best to not freeze up at the accusation, although it was true.

I simply laughed in response. "You wish, i think that you secretly hope i am so that i could hire you or something" I was teasing her at this point, "and then we could go on secret missions together and take one of those cool photos with one of us sitting in a leather seat with a cigar in hand and the other standing behind or to the side holding a pistol!" I said dramatically.

"Yeah ok you got me there, but see! It would be so cool!" she beamed.

"Oh yes Brittany, wouldn't it be awesome to be on the run from the police and other rival gangs for the rest of your life?"

Brittany sighed in defeat, "I suppose you're right"

"I know I'm right. Now you are about to be late for your date" I said as I looked at my phone.

Brittany checked her phone quickly, "SHIT!" She dashed off to the cafe down the street where she was supposed to meet her boyfriend five minutes ago. I laughed quietly to myself and continued on home.