"That weak version of me... is long fucking gone. I made sure of that,"
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Raven Vincenia is not one to be messed with. She's cruel, manipulative, and seduces men to get what she wants. But behind every...
Everyone has a weakness. Whether we choose to show it or not. Everyone. Has. A. Weakness. Except for maybe Raven Vincenia... you see after 9 years of torture, abuse, mental insinuation, oh and did I mention torture? Raven had become the definition of a merciless, cold-hearted, bad bitch that manipulated, seduced, and killed just for the beautiful prize she got from others; Fear.
After all, shouldn't she be a weak, happy-hearted, little girl like in all the books we read when we were younger? I think it's safe to say she broke the stereotype. Even though by now you probably think she's fucking insane, she's not all that bad. That is if you're innocent.
Oh well, he had his fucking chance. The knife does cartwheels around my finger before I smile maliciously at the man. With great pleasure, I slowly pierce the man's skin looking into his pain-ridden eyes as I do so.
"What the actual fuck Raven?!" I look over my shoulder to see my father storming into the interrogation room. I scoff and take my knife out of the now-dead man's chest.
"What father," I was actually quite proud of myself. It's not easy using my favourite knife, Angelica, to kill some worthless piece of shit.
"You didn't even get any fucking information out of him!" My non-biological father was also always the first person to react to a little insignificant... mishap. I don't blame him though, it's hard having this hot piece of ass as his adopted daughter, he has such big shoes to fill.
"For someone who has an IQ of 198, that was a dumb fucking move, Raven," he says as he runs his hand through his hair, "Father, please... for someone that's been in the family business since ancient times, you really do forget people actually have phones," I say, as I wave the man's phone in his face. At the sight of it, my father visibly relaxes.
"Ciao, bitch. I have a masquerade ball to attend in..." I look down at my watch and put my finger up, "...Exactly 1 hour 7 minutes and 34 seconds." He rolls his eyes as I turn on my heel swaying my hips as I walk, just like the boss bitch I am.
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When I stepped out of the shower, the cold tiles embracing my feet, I couldn't help admire myself in the mirror. After all, I've been through, don't I at least get to act like a queen? Fuck yeah. Because behind every bad bitch is a broken weak woman.
Except, that weak version of me... is long fucking gone I made sure of that.
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^^^ Raven's outfit for the Masquerade "Ball" (it's not as "formal" as it sounds!)
The doors swing open in front of me revealing a lavish room. All the people hustling around stopped in their tracks to stare at me. I plastered on my favourite 'I'm a bitch, so fuck off' face. People then go back to whatever they were doing. On the guy's phone, there were messages going back and forth mentioning the ball. Something sketchy was going down tonight and I could feel it... This was the annual masquerade ball of the Kuznetsov family. In other words the most illegal mafia gang, but not the strongest. No that was my family the American mafia. So the Russians were basically inviting trouble here.
My family business consisted of more than looking like a queen. *looks off into the distance, remembering slicing people's throats, sniping people from rooftops, torturing people like how she was tortured, oh ripping their hearts out... literally* it was definitely fucking complicated.
I strutted over to the bar and sat down. I put my arms on the table and lean forward. "Penny for your thoughts?" I glance over my shoulder to see some fuck boy not giving me my fucking personal space, "Oh just the usual," I say as I shoot him a very sweet smile. He smirks and starts eye-fucking me. "What might that be?" he attempts to sound seductive, which ain't cute sis, "Just making plans to slit someone's throat. Now that I think about it... I might even pull their eyeballs out." Connard stupide (french: stupid asshole). He's not even listening. "Do you need something, sir?" I ask questioningly acting innocent as fuck. His smirk becomes more arrogant, "Just a bit of that ass," my eye slightly twitches, then in the blink of I stand up and pull out Angelica from my thigh strap. I hold it to the man's neck and grin.
"Well, I need something from you, sir. I need your head on a silver fucking platter," a scoff escapes my mouth. I step back from the douche and straighten my dress out. I sit back down satisfied while the perv scurries off to Mama. My eyes scan over the area, looking for anything suspicious. I sigh, tonights gonna be one fucking boring night.
Yayyyyy first chapter finished!!! I hope you liked it!!!
