MAFIA QUEEN

IT'S TIME. Camilla. "Miss, your father is dead." Jonas, one of his personal guards informed me and my eyes widened in shock, as I sat there in disbelief. 'What?' my mind screamed at me as my mouth was unable to form. Currently, we were all in the boardroom, awaiting my father's arrival to discuss a peace treaty with the enemies. The room suddenly burst into a loud uproar, as Don Carlos, the head of the rival, Mafia gang got up from his seat abruptly. "Is this some kind of joke?" He yelled, his eyes flashing with anger, while I sat still, trying not to tremble. This does have to be a joke because my father and I just spoke last night, how can he then be dead, this early morning? 'It's not even 8:30.' I thought as I folded my hands in my laps. "Carlos, you have to calm down and let me assure you that, we were not trying to fool you. This is a surprise for us all as it is for you." My father's right hand man, Zade Fisher spoke up as he got up from his seat, his walking stick in one hand. It wasn't that he was crippled, he just had an accident that rendered him limping like a wounded dog, hence the need for his stick which was just a stick, but a needle in disguise to slit his enemy's neck. And if Carlos didn't chill at this moment, his name would join the list in a minute. "Then tell me why you look so calm?" Carlos demanded and I fought back the urge to scoff, despite the searing pain in my heart. It was just like a knife had just slashed my chest. How did he die? "Only a weak man shows emotions, especially in the face of a crisis like this. It's probably what whosoever that killed the boss out there wants, and I am not going to give him that pleasure." Zade answered and I nodded in approval, while Carlos went pale and speechless. Zade was right, now wasn't the time for grief, we would figure that out later and as the next leader of this empire, I had to prove to everyone that I was fit for this job, considering I was a female at that. "Sit down Carlos and let's go about our initial plan." I spoke out, swirling my chair around to face him while he narrowed his eyes at me in confusion. "Whoa! Is Daddy's little princess trying to be the boss now? Surely Leonardo isn't that stupid." Carlos spat out such bile words as the side of lips curled into a smirk, probably hoping to taunt me. His men around all burst into laughter, snickering as I clenched my hands into fists while feeling anger rising within me. 'What was with men and just looking down on women?' I pondered as I snapped my fingers and Mufasa, whom Carlos didn't notice had gotten behind him, gave him a kick from the back, breaking his legs. Carlos let out a scream, not expecting such an attack as he was pushed to my presence and made to kneel in front of me. "Apologize now." Mufasa roared from behind me, causing Carlos to flinch while his other men stiffened and all wanted to bring out their guns to shoot but Zade and the rest of our men were faster, as they immediately had them at a corner. "Anyone shoot and his head goes off." Zade threatned and they all dropped their guards. "Apologize to her." Zade commanded and Carlos looked humiliated as he gritted his teeth against one another before doing as said. Afterwards, the meeting commenced and ended quite well with no bloodshed. Almost immediately, I retired to my room, my heart pounding furiously against my chest. "I will like to be alone and to not be disturbed.' I told Mufasa, my personal guard, who nodded immediately, knowing I meant he should stand guard at the door. Once I sensed I was really alone, I undressed and then let my world crumble, the tears that I have been trying to hold back, all coming out and rushing down my cheeks. My legs wobbled as I dropped to my knees on the floor, hiccupping as grief overwhelmed me. "Father, you promised you wouldn't go so easily." I whispered into the silent room as I lay on the floor, wrapping my hands around my body to soothe myself. For an hour or so, I was all alone, even when the maids requested to bring in my meal, I still refused to be disturbed, still sobbing as I scrolled on my phone to see that the news of my father's death had been announced. So it wasn't some sort of prank or plan? I took in a deep breath, about to get up and go into the bathroom to wash off my face and the tears stains on it when my door burst open. Thankfully I was already wrapped in my bathrobe. "I thought I warned you that I wasn't to be disturbed." I turned to scowl at the intruder who came in and it was no one other than Mufasa. "Pardon me Young miss, I just believe there are more things for you to do at the moment, then grieving over him. That can be done later." Mufasa said and I frowned. For years now, he had been my trusted aide who carried out most of my dirty work. I trusted him, likewise my father which was why he involved Mufasa in our plan. "You are saying?" I drawled as I walked to my dressing table to grab the cleanser and cotton wool on it to clean my face, forgetting my earlier destination of the bathroom. "Your claim on this empire has to be solidified first. Remember boss is dead, this not only gives our enemies the chances to attack but..." He suddenly paused, watching me as if trying to gauge my expression but I remained neutral. "Continue." I simply said and he listened. "But also those on the inside, the same chances to overthrow you, if they feel you are weak." Mufasa pointed out and I felt he was right. I am a girl and Girls aren't allowed to rule, they are merely seen as an item of pleasure, to serve and be submissive, not to lead but I planned on changing that. "Has my father's lawyer been summoned for the reading of Dad's will?" I questioned and Mufasa shook his head sideways, meaning no. "But he shall be here tomorrow morning. He sent a message to Zade, which is why I am here." "And ended up talking my head off." I joked, shaking my head and entering my bathroom, dismissing him. ........ ........ "Miss Ron and Mr. Fisher." My father's lawyer, Mr. Dimitri acknowledged as I and Zade came in, almost at the same time and took our seat. It was a brand new day, with anticipation seeping through my bones as I grabbed the edges of my chair tightly, turning to see Zade sitting comfortably, his legs crossed over one another like a boss, not bothered. 'Father, please keep to your words.' I prayed within me, because throughout yesterday, I could barely sleep a wink nor eat a bite. All I could stomach was water and some reading to distract myself from this world. More like escape, I even had to keep my phone in do not disturb, so I wouldn't be bombarded with tons of condolence messages. It wasn't what I needed at the moment. Last night was the longest in my life as I counted every second and minute to go, and finally I was here. How many minutes would I need to change history? "All my assets and empire shall go under....."