☾ Chapter 8 ☾
1158 Words
Bang. Bang. You're dead.
After slipping my hand in his, both Eric and I immediately began running outside to our separate motorcycles. "Change of plans, Omar is going to be there at exactly 10:00, and we need to strap u down and get you ready," Eric said. I nodded.
"Well then what are we waiting for? Let's go." I scurry to my motorcycle, but before getting on I yell "lead the way, I'll just follow." He nods before getting onto his and driving out of the school parking lot. It took about an hour and a half for us to get to his g**g warehouse, nothing like this morning. We both stop, and turn off our motorcycles while taking off our helmets. "Let's go. We have no time to waste." He says.
"Then lead the way. I have no idea how to get around this warehouse." I lie easily, my father and I took it upon ourselves to research everything about this g**g, rather be safe than sorry. Nodding he easily gives me a tour of the warehouse that looks way bigger on the inside than out.
"Right now you're gonna change into the sports b*a on the bed, with the leggings than go to the gym downstairs to start the training, before getting ready." No even realizing I'm in the room, I just say an 'ok' before pushing him out and locking the door, then checking for cameras. You can never be too sure. I quickly change into the clothes and make my way downstairs, getting bows and greetings from Eric's g**g members, recognizing me as the future mafia queen. I nod, not once giving away my emotions, rule one of being a mafia leader.
Never give away what you're feeling. Your feelings are essential to who you are.
My father told me that when I was eleven years old when I would smile at the cameras or the paparazzi. That was horrible, I remember after that day, just getting more training, every time I would so much as c***k a smile to the public a real smile at least. I was taught shoulder stiff, head high, face emotionless. My mother told me that was what had to be done when in public to avoid any disasters or wars created because someone thought my family was vulnerable. And if one g**g thought they could take a mafia on the so many more would also. My family couldn't afford that when having three kids that had to be raised. Knowing me, I never followed the rules. I am who I am, you can't change that. I smile when I want too.
As I was finally making it to the gym down in the basement. Once I walked in an airy silence was created once again, just like at school. I look around for Eric when I see him walking towards me, "ok, you're just gonna be doing basic training with me, for a few hours then I'll have some of my female g**g members take you upstairs, and get you ready."
"Perfect".
He smiles and guides me into the ring that is surrounded by g**g members. We take our positions and start.
After exactly four hours we decide to stop and I fall and look at all the g**g members, jaw dropped. I smirk.
"You are the best fighter I've ever seen, probably in the world. How did you fight like that?" He asked astonished. " I'm the Mafia queen. It's in my blood." I answer shortly.
"I get that, but who taught you how to fight like that." He asks basically repeating the same question asked before. I laugh emotionally. "No one, I had to fight like hell and fighting like hell has made me what, who I am." "Your father. The mafia king at the moment hasn't taught you?" He's curious. I can tell.
I shrug. "He gave me a few pointers here and there." He nods, mouthing a wow to himself. I giggle.
"Well, it seems like, its time for you to get ready. There are a few women in the room upstairs waiting for you." "Cool," I respond getting up and jogging out of the room and up the stairs. Walking into the room, I see the fear-filled eyes of the three females. Sitting in the chair, one starts on my hair, while the other one starts my makeup, and the last one grabs different outfits to try on. After taking about an hour to get ready, the girls and I make small talk. It turns out they're sweethearts who aren't really in the g**g. Eric is a cousin of theirs who needed females who could work without bursting into tears.
"Thank you. But I must be going." Nodding they all start packing up, I look into the mirror and almost gasp. Emily put a natural look on me and put blue contacts in with fake freckles, and pink lipgloss. My hair is done into two high pigtails that are curled with two curled strands in front of each. I look at my dress and see I put on a spaghetti strap red bodycon dress, that is hugging every one of my curves. I look flawless.
Walking downstairs once again, I see Eric at the bottom talking to someone. I walk downstairs repeating what my father taught me.
Shoulder stiff, head high, face emotionless.
Eric finally looks up when the room goes silent. We both nod to one another. He escorts me to the car when I get to the last step. We walk in silence. Opening the car door for me he tells his driver the address. We both get in with him after me. For most of the ride, we don't converse, until he breaks the silence.
"How you ever been in love?" He questions. I look him directly in the eye.
"You don't kill as many people as I've killed and still sleep like a kitten if you feel s**t like love," I answered still looking into his eyes. He nodded, "If you don't plan to fall in love, then what are you planning to do with your life?" He asked yet another question.
"I don't know. You don't get to just plan your life out, it just happens." I answered one again, slowly becoming more intrigued by this conversation. He laughed. "You can easily plan your life if you really wanted too."
It's my turn to laugh." Becoming a cold-hearted b***h wasn't something I planned to do with my life, but here I am." He opens his mouth to say something before someone interrupts him.
"We are here sir." The driver says shortly. Eric and I get out. Before I could walk in, he grabs my arm, "what about your g*n and knife, it dangerous in there, pure evil." He's confused. How cute.
"True evil is above all things seductive. Seduction is my weapon." I say before walking into Le'Jose.
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