VARELA

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 3

VARELA’S POV

I got out of the car and followed from behind, as my father and he’s body guards went in first. I wasn’t the last one in because they didn’t care for my well-being, I was the last one in because I could fight off others without being noticed, straight away at least.

As soon as we stepped in the club, the horrible smell of alcohol and sweat mixed together hit my nose like a slap to the face. I couldn’t help but cringe as I walked in further.

I walked towards the VIP area where farther told us to go to when we arrived, although it wasn’t as smoothly as I hoped.

“Hey baby.” A drunken guy cooed at me, as he grab my hips while I tried to walk across the dance floor to get to the VIP area.

I didn’t even give him a second glance as I gripped he’s hand off of me and kneed him in the balls. Maybe it’ll teach him a lesson to never touch a woman without permission. My face still stern, but dress wrinkled just a bit, I straighten it out before walking over him and towards the VIP lounge.

When I walked through I stood behind the chair my father was sitting on as he started to discuss business.

I didn’t take much notice to their conversation as my legs were starting to ache, I was getting bored, like really f*****g bored.

I groaned in boredom, but quickly shut my mouth as I cringed at the thought of what I just did. I slowly peeled my eyes open only to see everyone staring at me.

‘s**t, Henry is going to be pissed.’ I thought to myself.

“Who is she?” Mr. Anderson no doubt asked as he kept he’s gaze on me.

“That’s my daughter, Varela. The heir to my Mafia.” Father explained as he motioned for me to step forward.

“Shouldn’t she be apart of the conversation, seeing she will take over for you.” Mr. Anderson asked sternly as he kept glaring, I felt uncomfortable but shook it off with a blank expression.

“It is my decision whether she’s apart of this or not, now, shall we finish our discussion?” Henry asked coldly, which kind of hurt but I couldn’t show that, instead I kept my blank expression on me as I stared at Mr. Anderson.

He was handsome, he looked young. Maybe in he’s early 20s? He looked built but he was slim, he wore he’s black suit like it was born for him.

I quickly shook the thoughts away as I looked out the window which showed the ground level of where everyone else was dancing. The dark filled with lights while the music deafened you. I wasn’t even legally allowed in a club, I’m still 17 even though I turn 18 in 3 weeks. It was still illegal, but I shouldn’t care. I’ve done many things illegal before the age 16, it was nothing different to me.

“I think it’ll be best if she- “Mr. Anderson started off but got cut off as a man, no doubt he’s bodyguard, crashed in and started yelling.

“There’s gun fires out here! There’s men out here killing like its nothing!” He shouted as he looked terrified. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes.

I then saw Mr. Anderson get up as he pulled a gun from the inside of he’s suit. He stood up and walked out with he’s men, but before leaving he look over at my father. Giving him a questioning look, but my father just motioned me to follow him.

I walked out the door first, going down to the hallway towards the elevator, ready to kill. Mr. Anderson just followed with a pointed eyebrow. Looking me up and down, as if saying with no words that women can’t kill.

I just gave him a smirk as I grabbed my dagger and threw it just pass he’s ear hitting a man who was going to shoot us right in the forehead. He fell with a thump as death came to him.

I walked over towards he’s dead body calmly as I grabbed my dagger.

“Gross.” I mumbled as I wipe the blood off with he’s shirt.

I then looked down at he’s gun, I couldn’t help but drool over its beauty.

I grabbed the handgun as I opened it up, only to see it was fully loaded.

“What a beauty.” I whispered, only to hear Mr. Anderson chuckle in amusement.

I glared at him as he put he’s hands up in surrender, playfully.

“Sorry, it’s just I only ever see women gush over diamonds and pearls. Not guns and daggers.” He said with amusement still detected in he’s tone.

I just rolled my eyes as I slid the dagger back in my thigh pocket while keeping the gun with me.

“Well I guess you don’t know women as well as you think.” I said smugly as I hit he’s shoulder while heading inside the elevator as it dinged open.

“Or maybe you aren’t a woman.” He chuckled as he press for the ground level. I couldn’t help but feel sad over he’s words, because he was right. I wasn’t a woman, only a weapon nothing else. Everyone saw me like that.

Even a stranger could see that.

The door dinged open to the ground level, finally. Time to let off some steam.

I slid my shoes off making Mr. Anderson give me a questioning look only to smile in admire. I felt heat come to my cheek, but I looked away as I got ready to fight.

“Shall we?” Mr. Anderson asked as he pulled out he’s hand in a gesture for me to take it.

I took it gently as I walked out first.

“We shall.” I smiled smugly, ready to do what I was trained to do for years.

To kill.