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Prologue. "Take her", he said to his bodyguard. "When you're ready and with my money, you can have her but she's mine now. While I'm waiting for my money, I'd like a finger, my memorabilia. Again, for the time being. When you're ready and with my money, you can have it back" he said, with a smile on his face to my father who was pale, sweaty and glued to his seat from fear because his finger was about to be cut off. I stood in the corner looking at it all and vowing to end the man's life for having talked to and treated my father in such a manner. Just while I was thinking about killing him, as if he read my mind,he walked up to me with an evil smile on his face and said, " no need to want to kill me. You and I are going to have a swell time." "If I don't kill you first", I replied, smiling through eyes blurry with tears and rage. CHAPTER ONE. Raphael Casillo. The don of the casillo mafia, one of the most powerful men in Italy and the owner of the most influential and powerful mafia in all the world. My father. All this would have been applicable fifteen years ago. Now, we are drowning in debts, have lost our social standing, my mother has vanished, my father, an old version of himself. Life was much easier then. When I'd walk on the streets without fear because I knew that if a strand of hair on my head went missing, everything and person along that path would pay dearly for it. Now, people push and shove me as they would any other commoner. Who can blame them? I do look like one of them now. Whenever I tell my father, all he does is apologize to no end and then drink. The days when I could eat three times a day, not now that we can barely eat twice. When I was dressed in all the latest clothes, not now that I wear lookalike rags. Don't get me wrong, as long as I have my daddy, I'm okay but one is allowed to miss the life once in a while, not so? But trust me when I say this "new life" is hard and heavy. We don't even attend mafia head meetings anymore because we now look like commoners plus it's safe to say that we do not have a mafia clan anymore. Sometimes, I don't think my father is bothered by it all because all he does is drink to no end and womanize. I'm still surprised at the amount of women that flock around my father. The man is broke for God's sake! Well, I'll give it to him, he has a way with words and he's a very handsome man. I think I'd have fallen for him if I was his age range. How did I even forget to introduce myself? Me. My father's "preciosa princesa". His precious princess. Given that I'm the only child, the heir to the Casillo mafia but as it stands, there is no Casilo mafia or rather, there still is and there's barely any foundation as the house has crumbled to the ground so I guess there'll be nothing for me to inherit or I'll have to start from the ground up in attempting to keep my father's legacy. I'm trying, I really am but it's hard when all it is my father does is squander all the money I try to make on women and drinks all because my mother left him for this same attitude. Mostly because he is now broke but still, I'm tired. I really am but I cannot abandon a man that has cared for me all my life. Afterall, he's my father and we, Casillo's blood related or not, are bound by blood, so, together forever it is. Even though I've been so crazily close to ending his life because of this stupid attitude. I wouldn't have minded at this point if he had decided to get married again, instead he just chooses to put his pencil in every available sharpener available and it's irritating because the men in our mafia are beginning to think I'm as lose as him and want to try that s**t with me. After I took out one of them's eye, they learnt never to try me again. It created a new found respect or is it fear? I don't care. I fought for myself and it's safe to say that I'm safe from men and crap now. Still, I wish my father would focus and stop all the crap. I wish he would just decide to want to be great again and rebuild the mafia to be as great as it formerly was. This isn't a mafia, it's a f*****g joke and I don't know if it's supposed to be funny but I'm not smiling. I just want to be back in my soft girl era where I did nothing but give advice and stay in a room filled with important men.It's not that big of a deal Raphael! Focus! But he's too lost in the bottle to even stand for himself, talk more of standing up for me and the entire clan. Still, I think I'm proud of him. He hasn't ended his life yet. If he had and does, that would be a much larger embarrassment plus, I'll be the one left to clear the large debt he'll be leaving behind. It's not even like he's making a move to clear the already huge debt. Instead, he's borrowing more to seemingly no end. I rambled again and forgot to tell you my name. I'm Sophia Casillo. I gather I'll be your guide through the story given it's mine. So, get ready to laugh, cry and kill with me. It's going to be one hell of a ride. I'll be back, I hear my drunk father calling. CHAPTER TWO. I pushed open my father's office door knowing that if I had knocked. I'd be wasting my time as he'd be deadass drunk. On entering, I was greeted with a stench. Not a smell, stench. His office and him smelt terrible. There was paperwork, empty bottles and condoms. Both used and unused. It looked like world war three had just finished and it was a really irritating sight. Now's not the time. When I leave, I'll ask one of the remaining maids or one of his whores to clean it up. " Soph, sit. I need to talk to you" he slurred. " I'm good standing. Besides, no disrespect but you stink." He glared at me through his drunk eyes and said nothing. What was he even going to do? Hit me? In his current state he couldn't even kill a fly if he tried but okay. " Hernandez would be coming over later today." "What for?" "To collect the debt we owe him". Unbelievable. As far as I know, my father was neck deep in debt with Hernandez and from what I'd heard, Hernandez wasn't a man to play with his money. Where was he expecting to see over fifteen million? Was it going to grow on a tree or fall from the sky like rain? This man had to be kidding me for real. I wasn't going to do this. Not today, not now, not ever. " Dad, snap out of it. You have to find a way to hold him off. We don't have that kind of money! We would have if you didn't continuously drink and womanize to no end. Beg for more time". "I'm not going to beg. When he comes, we'll talk like men and he'll give me more time. It's what I've done with the others. It should work for him too and yes, prepare. You're the one to welcome him". What?! Is this man drunk? What sort of stupid question was that? He IS drunk and clearly, his sense has perforated into thin air because why will I be the person to usher him in? What am I? A slut that he wants to offer as a gift? Can this day get any worse? Breathe Sophia, Breathe. "I'm not going to do that. Do you hear me sir? I will not! I'm not one of your sluts that you offer up as gift offerings. You cannot and will not do this to me". Done with my speech, I banged the door in anger on my way out. How dare he! I did indeed understand that he was my father . He was drunk but that didn't give him any right to treat or speak to me in that manner. This man wasn't going to ruin my day. With that, I grabbed my keys and left the house. Whatever happens to him shall be his cup of tea and not mine. I wasn't the one who sent him to borrow to no end on frivolous things. Enough of this man. Did I tell you guys where I was headed? Yes, you guessed right. My situation's house. He's not my man, we just screw and it's fun although I think he's cheating on me but I really don't mind. He's hot asf and his name is Dominique. The classic romance novel boy. The one we all always read about,Yeah. That's him and I dare say he's better. Gosh! The thought of him simply makes me horny. Well, I'm on my way to his to we get to do what- " Dios Mios ! Are you f*****g trying to get yourself killed"? This obvious stranger asked. "You're the one who is f*****g blind and cannot see the red light. You're the one trying to get ME killed. Not me, you!" I replied fuming but amazed by how hot and beautiful he was. In my mind, I had already undressed him and I really liked what i saw in my head. Snap out of it! He just tried to kill you Sophia! What the hell? " Here's some money for whatever damage I might have caused. Now, f*****g get out of my way" he said, interrupting my thoughts, again. Wait, did he just? Hold up a minute. He just flung money at me. Picking up the money, I walked to him to close up the distance and gave him a good wack across the face with the money. " Why don't you use the money to buy yourself a new pair of brains you f*****g arrogant bastard!. Who do you think you are? Flinging money at me because I'm walking and you're in a car? You've got balls, I'll give you that, bloody bitch." With that, I picked up my keys and I stormed off. On arriving Dominique's house, I saw clothes scattered everywhere. I don't mean regular messy 'my clothes are everywhere' clothes. I mean 'lets have s*x before she gets here' type scattered. I saw a shirt that I could recognise any day, anytime. My best friend, Meliora's shirt. Wait, is she-? Looking to confirm my suspicions, I walked silently towards his room and from the hallway, I could hear the bed creaking, the moans and the pounding. I had to stop. It was inappropriate but you see, I'm the cat that curiosity kills eventually. But Meliora? It can't be. She's the one that has always said that he was bad for me and that I deserved better. She was the one always making him look like he was the worst human on earth and I, even worse for screwing him! How was I so blind? But wait, I'm not sure y- "Ah! Dominique pound me better than you pound that b***h Sophia! Yes!" Me? A b***h? I've had it. With that, I stormed into the room and by her hair, dragged her off of him. "So you'd been screwing him all along? A person I told you that I was in love with? You f*****g b***h! Of all the men in our clan, you decided to go for mine! God!" I said. I'm still wondering why I didn't hit her because in all honesty, she deserves it. Just then, Dominique tried to touch me to calm me down. What did he think this was? A werewolf story and I was his mate? Is this boy high? "Sophia, relax. I'm sorry, it wont.." I held up my hand to stop him. In those tense moments, the fate of Dominique hung by a thread, and the once-sizzling chemistry between us had turned into a blazing fire of betrayal and anger. I knew I would have to make a choice that could change the course of our lives in the ruthless world we inhabited. "I'd kill the both of you but I don't want blood on my hands just yet. Goodbye" with that, I stormed off with tears stinging my eyes. Could this day really get any worse? Chapter three. Hernandez. Was she using her teeth? Was she trying to kill me? My God! "Stop". "Why baby? You don't like it?" She asked. How would I? You're biting me and asking me if I like it? What are you? A werewolf? I need to get out of here. Just asif my phone knew I needed to be rescued, it rang. Lorenzo. Just in case you're wondering, Lorenzo is my second in command. Second in command because he's my best friend and I'll be needing help running the now most powerful mafia. I pushed her off of me and got up to answer the phone. "Lorenzo what's up?" " Someone played with our new shipment. It's not a lot but we need to teach these bastards a lesson so that they won't try it again. What exactly is wrong with people these days? I hear it's Casillo that staged the whole play using one other weak mafia looking to come up. How stupid of him. For someone that owes you a lot of money and used to run the most powerful mafia, he's quite stupid and I think he needs to be taught a lesson. Bloody fool. Do I handle it for you or you'd rather do it yourself? Before I forget, How's the girl you're with? Her ass is really amazing! Do you think I can have her when you're done boss?" He said. All the while my mind had been elsewhere. Thinking about what, I really don't know but my mind is elsewhere. That's why I'm glad I have lorenzo. "Hernandez, are you there?" "Yeah, I am. I'll deal with it myself. First of all, I'm coming to meet you so I can personally meet with the fucker who thought he was a good actor and teach him a lesson or two before I meet that Casillo man and teach him who's boss. I'll be with you in ten. Main warehouse?" "Yeah, I'll be waiting." Given she was a blonde and because I didn't remember her name, I decided on Tracey. "Before I come back, I don't want to see you here. We've both had our fun and I am done so get your stuff and get out before I come back." "That's not my-" stopping her mid sentence, my glare told her I didn't care so i guess she caught the message and decided to pack. In my mind, I was doing "ini mini miny mo" trying to decide if this person or rather, the bastard that was stupid enough to steal from me deserved to die or not. What was I saying? Of course he did. Even if he didn't, he'll be a scapegoat for the rest because a mere injury wouldn't pass the message enough so death it is. Fastening my belt and wearing my shoes, I left. The door swung open with a creak, as I walked in and scanned the room stopping my gaze at the man who had dared to do this.His clothes were torn, his face bruised. He had messed with their shipment and now had to face the consequence. At the far end of the room, Lorenzo,a tall, menacing figure with cold, calculating eyes, leaned against the wall. He had been entrusted with guarding the shipment of contraband goods, and now there was trouble. Lorenzo had already done a number on him so I didn't have to do too much, just send him to his maker. "Frankie, you've got some explaining to do." Frankie stammered, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. "Don Hernandez,I had no choice. Casillo said he was going to come after me and my family and my mafia if I didn't." Come after your mafia? For someone that didn't even have a standing mafia anymore, he had quite the audacity. A hush fell over the room as tension thickened. My face remained stoic. "You messed with our money, Frankie. That's a grave mistake." Lorenzo stepped forward, his hand resting on the hilt of a gleaming knife tucked into his belt. The room seemed to shrink as everyone's attention shifted to him and then to me as he handed me the blade. Frankie realized his fate was sealed. "Don Hernandez,I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..." Before he could finish, I lunged forward, my blade flashing in the dim light. "Remember to say hi and sorry to God for me." Frankie's eyes widened with terror as the cold steel plunged into his chest. A muffled gasp escaped his lips, and blood seeped from the wound, staining his shirt crimson and splashing some on my perfectly white shirt. The room remained silent as Frankie crumpled to the floor, his life slipping away. I leaned back in my chair, my expression unchanged. "Let this be a lesson," I said, his voice icy. "No one messes with our shipments." The men in the room nodded in agreement, a solemn acknowledgment of the brutal code they lived by. The lifeless body of Frankie lay on the floor as a stark reminder of the unforgiving world they inhabited, where loyalty and betrayal walked a fine line, and the consequences of crossing it were deadly. Even in death, he was still causing damage. Casillo and everything he owns is going to suffer dearly for this. Shipment and shirt. Grabbing my spare shirt and car keys, I headed to go change and drive down to Casillo's dead mansion. I wonder how he's still able to take care of that house. I need to get another ho- f**k! Who's this blind fellow trying to get herself killed? "Dios Mios ! Are you f*****g trying to get yourself killed"? I asked the girl who surprisingly was quite beautiful. Well, the beautiful ones have peas for brains so, I'm not surprised. "You're the one who is f*****g blind and cannot see the red light. You're the one trying to get ME killed. Not me, you!" She replied clearly fuming. " Here's some money for whatever damage I might have caused. Now, f*****g get out of my way" i said, turning to go back into my car. I had closed the door when suddenly I heard her say, " Why don't you use the money to buy yourself a new pair of brains you f*****g arrogant bastard!. Who do you think you are? Flinging money at me because I'm walking and you're in a car? You've got balls, I'll give you that, bloody bitch." With that, she picked up her keys and stormed off. What the hell just happened? Who the hell was she? She had balls to talk back at me like that. But I'll give her one thing, she's really pretty. For f***s sakes, she has me feeling dazed. I think I even smelt a bit of vanilla shampoo on her. She's most likely one of those women whom all they do is spend with nothing to bring to the table. Well, she's not my cup of tea. Regaining composure, I headed off for the main event, Casillo. Chapter 4. On getting to the Casillo mansion, I saw that the gate had already been opened. How nice. I guess he already knew I was on my say to see him. Good man. I'll be sure to give him a pat in the head for that but wait a minute, what's that smell? Did I just see a used condom in the hallway? Is that an empty bottle of vodka? Has to be my eyes unless it's actually not. They are seeing the right thing. A f*****g used condom, now not one but two. Infact, I think there's more but I really don't want to see more. What sort of pig sty was this? Unconsciously, I had started to pull at my sleeves and had developed a terrible itch at the back of my neck. I really need to get out of here. Where was this son of a b***h Casillo? Where are his maids? Where the hell was everybody? God! What the hell was this? A setup to kill me in and with dirt? "Casillo! Come out here now! Don't make me come looking for you" I said while scratching the back of my neck. Suddenly, I heard shuffling of feet, like the person was tired and struggling to stand. Trust me to follow the sound. Anything to get away from the dirt at this point before I scratch my neck till it bleeds. I was wrong. Very wrong. More dirt. To top it all, a flimsily dressed female specie was running out in a hurry. She was so in a hurry that she hit me and didn't realize. She just kept on running. Without knocking, I let myself in and it was a real sight to behold. Used condoms, scattered books, paper work, empty bottles, female and male clothing, something that looked like vomit? I might just die here. It has to be a set up. I'm definitely going to kill Lorenzo because tell me why he refused to go with me? I know I gave him other stuff to deal with but still ! This place stinks. "Casillo, we finally meet. You bloody f*****g debtor." I said whilst landing a punch on his jaw. He stumbled and spat out blood. I motioned to the two men I'd brought with me to hold him down. "Ah, Hernandez, my good man. It's a pleasure to finally meet you. What would you like to have?" He said, trying to be what I assume hospitable? Well, if that was what it was then he had failed terribly. It was just 10am in the morning and he was already drunk! How did I ever even hold this man in high regard? A man that once controlled the toughest and most powerful mafia in all of Italy reduced to nothing, looking dirty and pitiful. It's a shame, really but what can I do and besides, it's none of my business. I came here for my money and to treat his f**k up and if I don't do the two, I'm going nowhere. " For a man in the mafia, you've got a whole lot more balls than the rest of us. Some of my stuff came in today and you sent some riffraff to come steal from me. Everything you wanted to steal amounted to thirty million dollars. What you owe and more. Or, what you owe me at least. You're unbelievable, you know? Looking this wasted and irritating at 10am in the morning? No class, nothing. Even the commoners do better than this. It's none of my business really. I just came here for my money , to teach you a little lesson for that little play and that's all. I'm guessing you have it?" I said, all the while using one hand to scratch the back of my neck and one hand to grip his neck. I really wasn't here for games and I hope he realized that because somehow, a person that was about to die was- wait, was he sleeping? Is this some sort of joke? With anger, I struck him across his face. Surely it woke him and I hoped it sent a message to his brain that I wasn't here to play. I really cannot wait to be out of here. Drawing out my pocket knife and motioning to my boys to hold down his hand, I stabbed it with a smile on my face and his guttural and womanlike scream filled the room. " Relax, it's just to keep you awake. You were snoring too loudly and it was disturbing my thinking. I'm trying to decide what to do with you." " You really didn't have to! There was water amongst others Hernandez. How dare you? Do you know who I am? Who I know? Just because you're head today? You think it's okay to talk and treat me as you like? Just because I owe you chicken change?" He said, sweaty and clearly in pain. "Chicken change you say? Chicken change? really Casillo? why not hand over" I said, surprised and annoyed at the same time. In all honesty, I was getting tired and ready to be over and done with this. Bloody bastard. Looking around, I couldn't find anything of severe value. Everything here looks like it needs the intervention of God. Dust filled, messy amongst others. I really need to leave. Looking around the room, I saw flecks of dust flying around. Someone please kill me. I hate that I sound like a girl but it's a lot. This place really stinks and it's unbearable. I really just cannot. "Look, you can take whatever you want. Those books are rare and they cost at least fifteen thousand dollars each. You can have them all, Hernandez. Please. I promise, I'll pay you back" "These things are worthless to me, Casillo. I don't need them. I need my money." What do I take with me? Chapter 5. Sophia. When I got home, I discovered that the gate was wide open. As far as I remembered, I just left it open a bit. Maybe one of his many whores had gone and left it open. Stupid bunch of people. On closer inspection, or maybe my eyes were acting up again, I saw the car that had just tried to kill me packed in front of the mansion. Was I being followed? I hoped not because if I had to meet that arrogant bastard again, I think I'd kill him. Flinging money at me? Perhaps he was new to town and this was soon to be my territory,even though already dying. A win is a win, right? "Dad! Dad, where are you? There's a c-'' I was stopped mid sentence by rough hands covering my mouth and dragging me towards my father's study room. Hernandez. What was she doing here? Was she following me? If she was then I think I'll screw her and then kill her. It would hurt to remove one pretty face from earth but she shouldn't have followed me. "What the hell did you do to my father?" She screamed at me. Father? This pretty being was related to this sorry excuse? There was a woman in this house and the house was this dirty unless of course she was equally as dirty as he was. "I'm talking to you! First you tried to kill me, flung money at me and now you're in my home, your knife in my father's hand. Do you know who we are? Who we know? You bloody fool! Let go of me!" She screamed again, eyes blazing red and teary. It was cute to watch her display. "It's clear that your pretty daughter here doesn't know who I am. Care to do the introduction or should I make them myself?" I asked while playing with his daughter's hair. Her hair was silky, soft and straight. It felt like something I'd have fun pulling during s*x. Focus Hernandez! "Soph, this is Hernandez. He's here for what we talked about this morning. I'm sorry you had to come in and meet things like this. I offered him the book collection but he refused it. I don't know what to do anymore baby. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me." He said. Was that tears? Anyways, I'd finally found something of value to him that I could take. "Take her", I said to one of the bodyguards. "When you're ready and with my money, you can have her but she's mine now. While I wait for my money, I'd like a finger, my memorabilia. Again, for the time being. When you're ready and with my money, you can have it back "I said, with a smile on my face to the Casillo man who was pale, sweaty and glued to his seat from fear because his finger was about to be cut off. Looking over at her, she looked like she would do anything to have my blood on her hands and my head on her laps so, I walked up to her with a smirk on my face and said, " no need to want to kill me. You and I are going to have a swell time." "If I don't kill you first", she replied, smiling through eyes blurry with tears and rage. Sophia. He was going to sell the book collection? My only inheritance still of value? Perhaps I was some sort of joke to my father even though I did understand that desperate times called for desperate measures. AND, this pretty, arrogant bastard that had tried to kill me was Hernandez? THE Hernandez? He's worse than I expected though in terms of manners. In terms of looks, I'd been expecting a man already balding, around my father's age and fat. Was it just me or he couldn't stop itching his neck? Suddenly, I heard him say "Take her" to one of his minions and I froze. Take me?