Queen Assasin

Prologue

Language

6 years ago...

"hate her"

"so gross"

"disgusting"

Welcome to I'm going to get them back.

Me being the shortest 13 year old in school I get bullied. But it's mostly because they know who my dad is, makes me think they all have death wishes.

Anyway walking down the hall I meet with my best friend. We've been friends since we were 12.

"Alex!"

He looks up, his eyes widen as he turns away and runs. What did I do. "Alex. Alex!!wait up where are you going!?"

"Stay away from me we're not friend, your gross" that was the end of our friendship.

"your gross" when was the last time that boy looked in the mirror.

Laughing at his dramatic exit I walk to scar, the OG bully of the school, their all scared of him and that's why he's my actual best friend, from the age of 3,our moms have been friends there while lives. Always been like my brother.

He his scar that lays across his eyes under his silky black hair afraid of anyone who sees it.

"scar, my baby" I cry out pushing his cheeks together, laughing when he shove them off.

"take your hands of me RI" huh.

"never, your just to cute my little baby" I say going in to touch he's cheeks watching as he slaps my hands again.

"ayyy Scar" I hear my brothers loud voice across the hallway. "RI RI" he basically screams. Yes the more energetic, attention seeking twin at your service.

Beats up every bully that as much as looks at me when he's around.

Snapping out of it as he crushes me and Scar in a hug like he didn't just talk or see me 10 minutes ago.

"hey Mar" I say smiling up at my twin brother. After that the bell rings and we attend out classes.

That night...

"so I have something to discuss with you Marcello." my father's deap voice start out loud wiping his mouth and putting down the fork.

"father" my brother says gesturing him to carry on.

"it's about the mafia" he says "you shall take over in 7 years I need you to start preparing." hearing this I snap my head to my brother looking for his reaction. Fear.

"I'll take over" I say dropping my cutlery.

"I'm more prepared, I'm older and more interested. He can't even kill a rabbit, so I'll take over"

My dad looks at me and just blink.

"it has come to my attention that you are more capible of this mafia life, you've got some good anger in there, little one. Alright."

That was easy no fight nothing. Okay I guess. thought there was a no girls rule.

"That easy, no twists to it, Father"

"None, you will train. You may finish school obviously don't need a dumb boss do we" not another one like you.

"I suppose not"

"alright training starts tomorrow. It'll be like a surprise be ready.

After school the next day...

Walking out the school gates a black van pulls up infront of me, jumping out is 5 men all in black. Trying to fight them off they blindfold me shoving me into the van. "careful jeez I'm fragile" I smirk.

Pushing me back into a seat he kicks my shin. "f*****g hell. gentle you v****a l*****g asshole."

Right in front of the school unbelievable they need better security.

As the car start I pay much more attention using some things I taught myself. Learning the directions

Ten miles straight

Right

Right. This is the way home isn't it just 1 more right and 2 lefts

Right

Left... Left, this is farther game. The test.

As they shove me into the house I smile up. "hey dad thanks for the Uber."I say dropping the ropes they tied my hand in and taking off the blindfold. Well look at what we have here.

"thank you guys to" I say grabbing my bag from one guy and walking to my room. "Mariah" "Father"

"well done what's the secret?"

"directions. Ten miles straight, 3 rights, 2 lefts and were home. If you didn't know that your dumb, dumb mafia boss" and with that I walk upstairs closing my door and getting ready to watch 'teen wolf' for the 100th time for, well almost everyman in the series.

Few thousand boxing trainings, g*n ranges, k********g and interagations etc. later I'm ready finally 15.

" this is the omerta" I signed some things took the code of silence y'know.

Oh my that hurts, I think as he tattoos the

Omerta on my wrist.

I'm finally apart of something.