The Mafia Queen's Son

The Safe house

Reina Malika Point of View

Never count your chicks before they hatch because I am Reina Malika, I will wipe off your victory smile faster than you can spell the first three letters of your name . Lorenzo thought he would outsmart me but I am his mother .

To other people the student can surpass the teacher but not to me . It will never apply to me . I am and will always be the best in everything I do . I never failed a mission and I was not about to start today .

I have taught Lorenzo every trick in the book , every move he mastered was because of my training. The military has taught him nothing compared to the experience I have breastfeed him . And today he dares to point a gun at me , his own mother . Today he dares inflict a great deal of pain on me by fighting against what I have built over the years . What have I done to deserve such excruciating pain?

It seems like Lorenzo has forgotten why they call me Queenshot. He has forgotten how I deal with backstabbers. Well I will remind him and the very life I gave him , I can still simply take it away.

No child of mine will stand against what I have built with blood and sweat . I have sacrificed way too much to lose everything when I am so close to inheriting the empire . Lorenzo will have to come back to his senses because a lot is at stake . Moreover, he has to continue my legacy in the Mafia world . It would be a stroke of bad luck if my legacy will have to die with me . No ! I cannot let that happen. I will do everything in my power to ensure that he complies with my demands . Otherwise I will be forced to end his life . I would rather not have a son at all than to have one as my own enemy . If I kill him then no one will live to degrade my name .

We finally arrived at the warehouse after hours of travelling . The journey is tiring but nothing is as tired as my troubled mind . I might have successfully carried out the mission but my heart is aching. I cannot even celebrate this victory or be happy about it .

From the outside , the warehouse looks abandoned. No one would believe that inside is all the wealth many can only dream about .

Inside the warehouse which has been our safe storage place for decades , we are greeted by heavy security . Among everyone that is present and was part of the mission , Theo celebrates the loudest . He keeps going on and on about how him being in charge of the mission contributed to its success even though he did nothing . All he did was complain non-stop.

Theo has never been successful in any mission he led because of his arrogance and inability to strategically plan anything. So I let him bask in his joy . I listen to him take all the credit . He loves making himself a fool so why not let him . Everyone who was present already knows what happened.

Besides I have bigger issues that weigh heavy on my heart , not this senseless celebration. I am still struggling to believe that my own flesh and blood has chosen an enemy’s side . This devastating blow hurts more than the bullet he could have shot to my head . My Lory has completely broken me .

As the crates of gold are being offloaded, I see my father’s bodyguards before I see him . All the noise dies down , his aura commands respect without him having to say anything. Besides him is Leon the father of my children , my true love and the only man my father trusts more than everyone. He is my father’s right hand man.

Everyone stands still as they enter the room until he breaks his silence .

“ Theo my son , I knew you would not disappoint me .” my father says to Theo with a proud smile .

Theo shakes my father’s hand beaming with pride as if he did anything meaningful to contribute to the mission he was in charge of . Usually I would be disgusted by his behavior but not today . I do not think anyone can hurt or disappoint me as much as Lorenzo has .

The atmosphere in the room becomes a bit tense as my men stare at me . They are expecting me to discredit Theo or say something but I do not take my eyes off the crates being offloaded. Leon reads the energy in the room and tries to signal me to say something but I fix my eyes on the crates of gold .

The crates of gold are the only thing at the moment that makes sense to me . It is my attempt to destructing my mind from thinking about my bleeding heart.

“ How was it boys ? I am sure Theo led with tenacity like a true Malika leader .” my father asks eagerly to hear about his son’s first successful mission.

However , he is met with disappointment as they all keep quiet . For about five minutes no one says anything. Embarrassed Theo starts talking non-stop about the mission , well the one in his head because none of the things he is saying actually happened .

My father clinches his first growing suspicious and angry with every word that comes out of Theo’s mouth . Leon steps back seeing the tension that is about to explode on Theo’s face . My father commands that Theo keeps quiet and he repeats his question demanding an answer from anyone who is not Theo .

My stomach twisted at the thought that someone might mention Lorenzo . Someone might have recognized him. I get the urge to say something but I know better than to interfere when my father is already angry.

Seeing how infuriated my father is, one of the men steps forward .

“ Sir to be honest the person who made this mission a suc… ” a gunshot to his head silenced him before he could finish his sentence.

The whole room falls silent . Shock spreads on everyone’s face . Theo just ended a fellow man’s life like he was nothing. Like he was not one of us . To make matters worse the man he mercilessly gunned down was one of the people he claimed was his friend .

My father storms out of the room boiling with rage and Theo follows him trying to explain rubbish. And I just hope my father sees who is more deserving of this empire.

Just as I thought this day could not get any worse I noticed that not one or two but five crates of gold are missing.

Who dares to steal from the Malika’s ? Who could be foolish enough to think we will not notice the missing crates?

Whoever it is will regret the day they were born . That is a promise .