~~'s POV
2:03 am, Wednesday
I killed another one. Right in the head.
Knocked him out instantly.
He's not innocent though, but who am I to judge?
Damn. That gun shot could have woken up someone nearby.
I'm not cut out for this shit.
I started running away from this crime scene, my crew will clean it up for me. I told myself as I started running towards my rolls royce where my driver awaits me.
Yeah people, a fucking rolls royce sweptail that's worth 13 fucking million dollars. Deal with it.
I used to have soldiers to do the dirty work for me. But honestly, they're useless. Couldn't even do the job right.
So I started doing the dirty work all on my own, I can't trust anyone in the 'family' to do my bidding.
I hate calling them 'family',
I hate how the word rolls off of my mouth as if it were a natural thing to say.
I would much rather call them as my 'elite'.
So you're probably wondering who I am?
I kill people, I have an elite, expensive cars, a driver, and most of all, I'm filthy rich.
If you haven't guessed who I am yet, I'll tell you.
I'm a Mafia. Not just any ordinary mafia.
I'm the Mafia Queen.
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The Mafia Queen's Little Prince
Random4:31 am, Wednesday She chuckled as she watched me struggle to pull my shit together. "you should have known better sweetie, from the moment our paths crossed, you knew... I will be the cause of your down fall." as she pointed her gun towards me, the...
