My Bodyguard

Chapter 2

Mia's POV

It was the day that I finally had to get some fun. It had been ages since the day my dad sent me on a mission to torture men's. When are they going to learn not to mess with the most dangerous Mafia in the world. We don't call ourselves dangerous for nothing.

"Come on Mia. We gotta go!" Adam called through my door. Looking at myself in the mirror, I nod in approval. I was wearing a black jeans, with tight black shirt and black high boots. I had everything wrapped around my waist, including my lucky knives, which I never leave without going anywhere.

Tying my hair into a tight ponytail, I leave my room, everything all secured. I couldn't be bothered to make myself look good, because why bother when their going to die either ways. Though, I do look good in everything, but not to brag.

"Make sure to keep your sister safe," my dad state. "If anything or anyone gets in the way, you know what to do."

Hell yeah!

Getting inside the black suv car, we strapped in and headed out.

"I don't want you talking to any of the prisoners," he warned, grabbing a gun from the bag that the guards had brought in. "Only talk to the ones I assign you to. Understand."

"Yes sir," I mocked.

My brother needs to loosen up a bit. He's starting to grow wrinkles from working too hard. The drive took 15 minutes to get to the where-house, and already guards were position outside and around the perimeter.

My door opened by one of the guards, and I stepped out. Hmm. The glowing rays beaming down towards me, made me want to stretch. Following the others inside the where-house even more guards were stationed there. 2 guards were position on either side of a man. His hands and feet were bound on the chair, and a rusty bag covering his face.

Adam signalled the guards to remove the bag off his head. The first thing I notice about the man was the blood covering his face, cuts and bruises were seen on his lips and eyes. Oo, I must say, he does look better with those bruises on his face.

"You know what to do," says Adam, urging me to go forward. Of course I do. "Don't do anything stupid. I'll be outside if you need me."

Slowly approaching the man, an evil smirk was plastered on my face. The fear on his face tells me all. He knows he's going to die today, and he can't do anything to prevent his death.

Kneeling down infront of him, I pulled out my knife, admiring how much I'm going to enjoy this. "Now," I start, looking at him in his eyes. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way. I suggest choosing the easy way, or you can deal with my brother, which might I add is not going to fun." The smirk on my face never faltering, as I scraped the side of his face with my knife, causing a slight trickle of blood.

"So what will it be?"

"Fuck you!" growled the man, attempting to escape by pulling on the ropes. "Your fucking family deserves to rot in hell, with all the shits you put my people through," he accused. Did he expect me to give him sympathy, because that's not going to happen.

I chuckle, standing up. "What's your name." It wasn't a question, more like a demand. "What's your name," I repeated.

Seeing he wasn't going to cooperate, I decided to take things in my own hands.

"If you can't tell us who sent you then... you're gonna have a slow and painful death."

"You're not going to do shit!"

"You wanna know something funny. People underestimate me just because I'm a pathetic girl. But they don't realise I come from the most dangerous Mafia family in the world. Anyone who decides to fuck with my family, has a way for coming for them. I guess Karmas a bitch, huh."