Mafia Queen

Jade

Teela's POV

After father handed the family to me, I implemented my plan. Many of the men had reservations about answering to a woman. I shut them down easily and gained their loyalty in a matter of days. It helps when you are good at torturing people. My father instituted a meeting of the heads of all the families. Held in different territories, but always lead by him. The first time I sat at the head of the table, I knew I had my work cut out for me.

"You're just a china doll sweetheart," Silas, who was barely older than I was, sneered at me.

The rest followed suit. Claiming I had no place in their world. I slid the file I was holding across the table to him. In it are images from my most recent torture session. The man had information, and he was adamant he wasn't going to give it up. What remained of him was a body. I had pulled all of his fingernails out, crushed both of his balls, scalped him and finally skinned him slowly, until I had all the information he had. I ended by slitting his throat.

I looked around at each face at the table. None of them looked good. As a matter of fact, they looked like they were about to throw up the meal they just ate. I stared at them with no emotion, "I think that is proof that I am meant to sit in this seat. I am not so sure about all of you."

They conceded and I ran the meeting. As they all left, they watched me closely. I remained in my seat going over the projections they gave me for their year. I had to laugh. They really thought this was going to increase their families moldings? I heard footsteps and I looked up.

"I'm sorry, I thought the room was empty. I was going to clean it," a girl about my age with blonde hair and pail green eyes said.

"You won't bother me,"I replied.

"Silas said, I w-wasn't allowed in here when heads of the families were in here," she stammered.

I froze, looked up and locked eyes with her. "What is your name?"

"Jade Marie Lebou," she replied.

"I'm Teela. Whenever we have our meetings here, you are welcome to come in while I am still in the room. Your brother is an idiot."

"How did you know he was my brother?"

"You looked like him. Older brother?"

"Y-yes," she stammered.

I smiled knowingly. But looked back at my notes.

"I don't want to bother you, the room needs vacuumed and wiped down. I'll come back."

"Your brother makes you clean up after the meetings?"

"Y-yes."

I looked up again, this time really looking at her. I saw myself, eager to impress, hoping he would throw me a bone. If I was going to get phase three off the ground, I had to start somewhere. "How would you like to never have to clean the room after a meeting again?"

She looked at me puzzled, "What do you mean?"

"Like I said, your brother is an i***t. He doesn't see your worth, and he is going to run your family into the ground. Would you like to change all of that?"

I watched her consider it. "He will never give up his throne."

"I know," I said, sliding the file to her. "Open it, tell me what you think."

She opens the file and the top picture is the man I killed, skinned and lying in a pool of his own blood. She doesn't flinch or look away. She just looks through the photos. Her eyes lighting up with each one she looks at. When she came to the image of me covered in blood and smiling as I held his newly slit throat, his blood spilling down my arm, I knew I had her.

"For too long, the men of the families have had control. I think it is time for women to see what they can do. Would you like to be a part of my plan?"

"What would I have to do?"

"Just say the word and I will set you on your family's throne."

"I'm in. What do you need from me?"

"What is your specialty?"

"What do you mean?"

"I am a brilliant strategist. What can you do?"

"I'm a hacker."

"That is a good skill that will definitely come in handy."

"My father also runs several security companies. The leader of the family will control them when he dies."

"Even better. Leave everything to me. I will text you an address, be there in about two hours. And leave this for someone else to clean."

I get up and take the folder from her. We shack hands and she gives me her number. I head out to find Silas. He's sitting with the rest of the heads of the families. They look like they are three glasses in, of brandy. Perfect, a drunk man is easier to manipulate. I walk over and run my hand along his arm. No reason I can't have a little fun of my own before his sister and I have fun with him.

He's willing. I can see it in his eyes, typical man. He takes me to his room, "Don't worry, baby. I'll make you feel good," he slurs out.

Great, a drunk man is not the best in bed, but I have to have him trust me for the next step. He pushed me onto his bed and fell on top of me, kissing me sloppily. I can taste the brandy on him. He fumbles with his pants and pulls out his d**k. Not the largest I've had, but enough. He shoves it towards my mouth and I take it. Sucking to get him hard. He rubs my c**t through my clothes. When he has had enough, he rips my underwear down and shoves into me hard. His movements are sloppy, and I can already tell I won't be getting off. He massages my breasts through my shirt.

I call tell he's about to come. I pray he doesn't do it inside me. My prayer wasn't answered. I feel it splash inside. I'll be getting a morning after pill tomorrow. He pulls out and puts himself back into his pants. I pull my underwear back up and look at him. "Only one round or do you want to go somewhere far more fun for round two?"

The look in his eye tells me I have him. We leave his room and go to my car. He spends the entire trip rubbing my breasts and c**t. He must be trying to turn me on. It will take a lot more than that to turn me on. We arrive at the warehouse and I get out of the car. He follows me, unsure of what is to come but still too stupid to know what he is in for.

I lead him into the warehouse and he starts kissing my neck. "Come on baby, I'm ready to go again."

I look at his limp d**k. He's dreaming. Before he knows what is happening, I have his arms chained above his head. I take the small knife out of my bra and carve a Q in his shoulder. His screams fill the warehouse. I laughed maniacally, a sadistic smile plastered on my face. I heard footsteps approaching, and turned to see Jade walking up to us.

"What did you do to him?"

I point to the Q in his shoulder. "The question is what do you want to do to him?" I hold out the knife.

She takes it and plunges it into his groin. His screams fill the air again. I saw a sadistic smile cross Jade's face. We toss the knife back and forth for a good hour. Each cutting into him and taking him closer to the edge of death. I grab a pair of needle nose pliers out of my purse and pull all of his nails out. Blood is pooling on the ground. I pull out my hunting knife, and together we start to skin him. We toss the skin we cut off into a bag. When he is hanging before us with no skin, I look at Jade.

"He's barely alive, do you want to do the honors?"

"I can't, he's my brother."

"Funny, I had no problem pulling the trigger that killed mine." I plunged the knife into his heart. Pulled it out and blood flowed. We watched it pool beneath him.

"You are a part of this now, stay loyal and I will keep your secret. So long as you keep mine."

"I will."

"Welcome to the Royal Court Princess Jade."

"And who are you exactly?"

"The Mafia Queen."