The Mafia's Heirs

Chapter One: Rowans POV

             "Rowan!" My mom screams as I walk into the mansion with blood all over my right arm.  I'm bleeding heavily with my jacket pressed firmly against the stab wound.  " Hello to you too mom." I chuckle as I head up the stairs to the infirmary.  "What the hell happened." She asks as I grab a first aid kit from a drawer, and start stitching myself up.           

                 "You know what the hell happened mom." I ground out as I pressed the needle in to my skin closing the wound given to me by a Russian mafia member.  "The Russians are getting more confident.  The more shipments we steal from them, the more they steal from us."  I say as I finish stitching the wound and douse it with peroxide bandaging it up.  "Those f*cking bastards." she growls out as she takes out her phone.  Most likely texting my father telling him what happened.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            I was supposed to steal their most recent shipment and take out the guards surrounding it.  But obviously that isn't how it went.  When I got there they were already poised to attack.  They called in backup which I didn't have because this should have been an easy mission,  I killed all of them except for one who had been hiding, just as I had been about to call in an update he came up behind me having the intention to stab me in the back.  I heard his footsteps and dodged sat the last second causing the knife to make a deep wound in my arm.  Before he could even try to come at me again I shot him in the head.  No regrets.

                My mom silently helps me clean up the mess I made as soon as she finished texting my father.  After were done, she tells me that my fathers been having problems with the Russians too.   He's at a mafia conference in Italy with one of our allies called the Hydras.   "He said that he'll get back as soon as he can to help with the problem, but this meeting is important if we want to keep out alliances in Europe."  My mother says as she gets up and starts walking towards the door.  "I'm going to get some sleep Rowan. I suggest you get some too, tomorrow is going to be a long day."                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        As I walk up the stairs leading to my room I wonder what the Russians are going to do next.  We have been having this push and shove stuff happening for about a year now.  They steal a shipment from us, we steal a shipment from them and kill their men.  As I pass my sister, Holly's room her boyfriend Jace walks out fixing his shirt.  As soon as he sees me he goes still, looking s me with fear in his eyes.  As I pass him I smirk and shove his shoulder into the door behind him.  I chuckle as he stays there.  "Don't hurt her or i will kill you." I say as i open my bedroom door and give him a cold stare.  He just nods his head relief showing in his eyes.        

                 I've known what they've been doing for a wile now.  He sneaks into her room at midnight, and sneaks back out at dawn.  I've seen how she looks at him.  Jace is a good guy, he's the same age as my sister and training as a recruit in our mafia.  He's not half bad he is first in his group, and works really hard to show that he knows what he's doing.  But if he hurts her, I will enjoy torturing him.

                As I walk into my room I go straight to the bathroom and take a shower.  As i step under the hot spray I think about the Russians ulterior motives.  They've done worse than just stealing a couple of shipments.  So what are they planning?  It has to be something big, but if only I knew what it was.  The water is cold now making me realize just how long I've been in the shower.  I quickly shut off the water and hop out of the shower.  As I stand in front of the mirror and look at the damage done to my body by the Russians.  Who's the mole, and what does it have to do with us.  I decide to sleep on it as i grab a towel, dry off, and get dressed in light grey sweatpants and a black shirt.

                "B*TCH WAKE THE f*ck UP."  I hear my best friend Leah scream at me.  I just groan and roll over trying to get more sleep.  The cover is ripped away from me as i feel a pillow whack me in the head.  My head shots up as i give Leah a death glare and run at her tackling her.  "Now the entire group has to run an extra mile because of you." I smirk as i walk into my closet and get dressed in black leggings and a white crop top with a red and black plaid.  I quickly pair them with black Chuck Taylor's and walk out to the training ground with my best friend.  As we get to the training field I see people warming up.  The usual doing stretches, and some light sparring.  

                    "Okay bitches." i yell out as I jump up on the sparring ring.  "Today were going to run 5 miles around the grounds with a 2 minute break halfway through."  I hear some complaining so i quickly add.  "And since ya'll are gonna be pu**ies about it there will be no break."  "Lets go."  I say as I jump down and start leading the group up the path that runs all the way through the property grounds.  It's about 10 miles in all but were going to cut off at the house and make it 5 miles.  

                        After we get done with the run I tell them to get some water, grab a partner, and start sparring.  They were lagging today during the run.  It should have taken the entire group about 45 minutes to run the 5 miles, but it took them all an hour and counting.  And even now some of them are still trying to catch their breath.  They should be only slightly winded.  I'm going to have to step up training more.  this 5 miles showed me how out of shape they actually are.  

                       "Damn baby,  I can't believe your mafia is so out of shape."  I hear a low sexy Italian voice say with humor in it.  I turn around and who I see makes my eyes widen... Oh s**t. I think to myself.