VARELA

CHAPTER 1 VARELA’S POV When I was 4, I was taken from my mother’s arms, put into a black SUV and traded to a man who could free my mother of her debts. When I was 7, I asked the man if I would ever be able to see my family again. He’s response was; “I am your family, child.” When I was 10, the man didn’t see me as child anymore but a something he could turn into a weapon, one that he would raise to be a strong woman. One that will be the heir to him when he passes or falls. I didn’t have a choice, I was trained, taught, strengthen to be what he needed as the next leader. Now I’m 17 and one of the most dangerous fighters in all the Mafias. “Varela, you’re to merciful. When you fight, you fight to kill not harm.” I rolled my eyes as I stood my ground in the training gym, in my father’s Mafia. Yeah, he adopted me and made me he’s daughter, but only because he needed me to be he’s heir seeing he never had children. “Death would be more merciful; harm can always lead to death. It’ll just take more time and more pain.” I replied with a blank expression and tone. That’s when my father’s laughter filled the room as he walked up from behind. “Now that’s a killer for you.” He smiled at my direction as I just nodded my head then looked back towards my competitor. “Now.” My father said amused. “Finish him.” He continued with a now serious tone. I wasn’t surprised seeing he was always like this, although Nick, the guy I was fighting looked taken back from this as he’s eyes went wide. I then took a deep breath as I focused on Nick’s standing position, the way he moved to my direction in anger. That was he’s downfall. Never let emotions take over you, it’ll kill you more than your enemy. “Ugh!” Nick yelled as he went to go hit me, but I just stood there calmly, not moving a muscle as he launched himself at me. Anyone else would have moved, but out of fright that they’ll get hit. And fright is an emotion, and my father has restricted me from feeling. I learnt the hard way. I leaned a little bit to my left, dodging he’s fist as I then grabbed he’s wrist and twisted it. I then kicked him in the back of the knees as he was now on the ground in pain, I then reached for my dagger in my thigh pocket as I still kept grip on he’s now broken wrist. I put the dagger to he’s neck as I let go of he’s wrist and pulled he’s hair back, giving me more access to he’s neck. My face was stern, as I knew it would be a terrible mistake to lose a fight, especially in front of my father. Then the next thing heard was just my father clapping in content as he’s black dress shoes clanked on the ground as he walked over to us. “Very good, Varela.” He said with proud in he’s tone, but then gave me a look, the one he always gives me when I fight. It was quiet, nothing heard besides the body of Nick’s as he slumped to the ground. Bloody leaking from he’s neck as he tried to form words for help. But my father was in the room, and so was I. The leader and the heir, if we didn’t want to help him then who would. This was my father’s Mafia, he was just a follower, nothing else. ******** After the fight I went up to my room in the west wing. The west wing was empty, no one dared to come over to this part of the house. They all I knew I was killer; we all were. But I was more of a weapon my father made. At of fright that their lives will be gone they stay clear from my side of the mansion. Leaving me all alone with no company, just the way my father liked it. I got into the shower as I turned the nob to cold, freezing cold. It made me numb but it always helped every night, especially when my father had me killing every day, it was either he’s men that portrayed him or he’s enemies that we catch. Nick portrayed us, my father knew. Everyone knew, that’s why father had me fight him. He wanted him to have a death so shameful, by dying in the training room instead of on the streets. I slid to the ground of the shower as I lifted my knees to my chest and put my head on top of my knees. I felt hot tears leave me as I cried in pain for all of my sins. I let my long black hair fall in front of me as let the tears fell freely from my blue crystal eyes. The only way I knew it was my tears because it was the only warmth coming from this shower, as the cold water numbed my body. 10 minutes later I got out of the shower and dried my hair as I put on some adidas shorts and a large shirt over top. I got into bed as I snuggled into the duvet as I let sleep consume me, letting the darkness in willingly as I wished to dream for something more beautiful than this.