Blood Ties And Broken Hearts: Hearts Of A Criminal

CHAPTER 1 Author's POV. “There… there's no money in here, I swear it,” A man in his mid-forties panics as a group of armed robbers walks around in his mini supermarket, their faces void of emotions. All the customers present in the supermarket shrieks fearfully at the floor where they lay, including the few workers. La Vipera, whose face was hidden behind a scary mask_her signature, steps forward to the man who shifts back fearfully. She tilts her head, then leans forward. Before the man could say another word, she grabs him by the neck, flinging him across a shelf, and he crashes onto it, scattering the stuff on it. He winces out in pain as he struggles to stand, La Vipera scoffs, as she walks to the man whose eyes are wide in fear of the unknown, his lips trembling in anxiety and shock. “Alessia,” She calls her best friend and second-hand ally. Alessia runs to her, “Search,” As la Vipera instructs, she puts her leg forward, trapping the man down, her booty heels pressed tightly against his neck. “And if anything is found, I'll kill you,” She turns to the man next and says venomously, even though her face was hidden behind a mask, her eerie and menacing glare couldn't be overlooked. Alessia rushes over the counter, her hands grasping every possible thing, her eyes scanning all corners of the supermarket. “f**k!!” Leonardo, one of the gang members, cusses out as he pulls his trigger, shooting down one of the workers and the rest of the hostages scream in shock, their hearts racing in fear. La Vipera snaps her gaze towards him, “He made an attempt to press an alarm button,” he informs, more in defense than information. La Vipera's eyes flash with anger, she turns to the owner of the supermarket and growls, “You don't train your attendants well, do you?” His lips tremble, but he forms no word. She smirks deviously, her anger shimmering beneath the surface. Just then, Alessia gives out a happy yell, “Found the box! Found the box of money, la Vipera,” She utters, a smile appearing on her lips and La Vipera's head snaps. Her eyes turn hideous as she takes her boot off the man's neck. She squats down before him, the man crawls back with his stomach, “I’m sorry… I'm sorry but…,” “No buts,” She cuts him off, forcefully lifting the chin of the man with the tip of her gun, “I hate lies,” She scowls, her eyes blazing with fury and the man gulps a heavy lump, his eyes filling with tears. “You really shouldn't have,” She continues, running her gun slowly on his face, “I’m….. I'm….sorry!! I'm sorry,” The Man begs, heavy beats of sweat forms on his forehead as more tears cascade down his cheeks. La Vipera clicks her tongue sarcastically, then stands straight, “Too bad, I hate apologies too,” She grimaces, aiming for his forehead and instantly, the man's blood splashes on her mask and she grins, enjoying the thrill that comes with shedding of blood. She plants a kiss on her gun, then slides back the gun into her pocket. She turns to Alessia and snaps her finger, Alessia throws the box of money to her which she catches, then tilts her head yet again. “Send them to hell,” She orders evilly, then begins walking out of the supermarket. Shrieks, cries, screams, pleads for mercy rent the air as sounds of gunshots echo after her. ****** La Vipera pulls off her scary face mask and her face comes into view. Oval shaped face, deep oceanic eyes that'll get any man drooling, three freckles and thick brows. Love-shaped lips, long lashes, well chiseled cheekbones, and a well pointed nose. She's a perfect description of perfectness, if only she is. She’s nothing but a heartless b***h deprived of joy and happiness who finds it thrilling to shed blood, a ruthless criminal whose name is the number 1 in the wanted list, but hell? She doesn't give a f**k. To her, there's nothing more fun than this_power at your fingertip. In her next life, if there is, she's going to be La Vipera, who has just three key words; f**k, kill, and steal. Those words are her watch word and she lives by it. Her dress flings off her body as she bolts into the bathroom. She enters the jacuzzi, burying herself completely in the water, except her face as she lights a cigar and begins smoking. Her mind flashes back to twelve years ago, when she was still in highschool. She grunts heavily, gritting her teeth, “Enforcer!!” She calls, hatred and resentment, traceable in her voice as she shuts her eyes close, smoking more. ******* Few hours later _7:30pm precisely. La Vipera walks into the briefing room where all the gang members are waiting for her. She pulls a seat and sits down, legs crossed, a stick of tobacco trapped between her lips as she stares at each member with bored filled eyes. “The next on the list?” She asks, puffing out smokes from her mouth. “The chancellor's house is next,” Alessia replies and she grins, “The chancellor….. hmmm, sounds thrilling. I can't believe it's finally his turn to have a taste of my wrath,” She says, nodding vehemently, happiness obvious in her inky eyes. She snaps her gaze to Carlo, “Did you hack into the house?” She asks as she puffs out more smoke from her mouth. “The house has been hacked. There are three doors in the living room and….” “I don't need a breakdown,” She cuts him off and he swallows back his words. She turns to sienna next, “And the cameras?” She asks. “I hacked into the cameras too, none of…” She glares hard at her and Sienna recoils back to her chair, puffing out air slowly from her mouth. She stands, then snaps her neck, “We leave by 8:30pm on the dot, with Bobby's rough drive, we'll be in the house before 9pm.” She declares and Bobby grins from his seat. “I’m not the gang's driver for nothing,” He chuckles and the rest scoff, clearly pissed with how he carries himself. “Anything else?” She asks, walking towards the exit door and Alessia runs to her, “Marcella….” “Marcella?” She yells with wide eyes, her shoulders convulsing in anger as she retrieves her gun, releasing a bullet which takes Alessia's left arm and the rest of the gang members gasps in shock, their eyes wide in awe. La Vipera never fails to bewilde them, it is like a habit. “I only didn't pull the trigger directly into your skull and pull out your tongue for one reason, you're my best friend,” She snarls and Alessia gulps, holding her bleeding arm with a hardened jaw. “I’m…. I'm sorry,” She mutters and la Vipera rolls her eyes, shoving her off the way before bolting out in anger. If there's one thing la Vipera hates more than life itself, that's addressing her by her name. She loathes the name more than anything. To her, Marcella was kind of a weakling name, which didn't suit her, that's why she chose to change her name to something vicious, and Alessia had the nerves to call out a name she loathes? The only reason why she held back herself was because of the deep relationship she shares with Alessia, putting a bullet into her darn skull and pulling out her tongue was no big deal to her, at least_she’s done worse than that. She slumps onto the nearest couch in her room, then picks up a picture which she begins staring at, her mind suddenly reeling back to the past. ______________ The chancellor's mansion_8:00pm Two plush cars pull to a halt outside the luxurious gate, the danger and aura emanating from the car is obvious. The car window is tinted, and inside the cars, there's people, clearly gangster's; armed. The first car door slides open and all the gang members hops down, a mischievous grin plastered on their face as they inhale the air. “I smell wealth here,” Marco, a member of the group mutters, his tone sharp, a hint of malice and eagerness, evident in his voice. The next car door opens and a pair of black heels steps down first, touching the sandy ground. The chilly wind blows hard, the atmosphere gets thick with tension and uncertainty….. It is going to rain blood. She finally steps down and her face comes to light. Long flowing black hair, Oval shaped face, deep oceanic eyes that's capable of captivating any man, three freckles and thick brows. Love-shaped lips, long lashes, well chiseled cheekbones, and a well pointed nose. One would think it was La Vipera, but no, she's the enforcer, a complete replica of Marcella, there isn't any noticable difference between the two. Well I guess, except the fact that they're sworn enemies _ ruthless rivals. And unlike La Vipera that goes on operation with her real face hidden behind a mask, the enforcer goes with her face, according to her, she doesn't need a mask. She tilts her head as her lips parts slowly and a menacing smirk appears, “Dobble-crossing? I'm the Queen,” She cackles in sarcasm, then taps her bud, “Four guards on stand,” A hoarse voice comes from the other end and she nods, throwing a bubble gum into her mouth. She turns to her members, “Shall we? Let's make La Vipera run crazy once again,” She Snickers, hanging her gun onto her shoulder as they match in sync towards the chancellor's gate.