VARELA

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 2

VARELA’S POV

“I’m going to the club tonight to do business.” My father explained as he sipped on he’s coffee at the head of the large table. The night club is where he always did business with other gangs or Mafias, or strong people who had connections, one that could make he’s Mafia stronger.

“You will be needed there, so get ready. We leave at 10.” He continued as he didn’t even spare me a look, as 2 of he’s body guards stood from behind him.

“Yes, father.” I nodded and walked over to the study. I was still 17, I still needed to have an education.

I walked into the study and sat a one of the desks in here, my teacher, Delta. Taught me since I first came to this place when I was 4.

“So, how’s the old man doing?” Delta asked as she grabbed some books from the shelf for me.

Delta was Henry’s little sister, my father’s sister.

“He’s been fine.” I replied with no emotion, that’s how I usual was with people I interacted with. That’s how Henry trained me to be.

“We’re going out tonight, something to do with business.”

Delta took a seat next to me as she slid the books towards me.

“Oh, I heard he’s making a deal with Mr. Anderson, an alliance to be made.” She went into the thought as her face scrunched up in worry, that’s when I put my arm on her old, frail forearm.

“If he tries anything I’ll kill him before he even looks at my father.” I reassured her, she just gave me a weak smile, nodding as she looked at the books.

“Now, let’s begin some work.” I nodded my head as I took the books and started to memorise the words.

I was advance in everything I tried, thanks to father. It wasn’t that I was gifted, but that my father trained me harshly as a child until I got it right.

Scars on my body remind to never go against father or what he wanted me to be.

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I was now in my room getting ready for tonight. One wrong thing and there could be a fight left with dead people lying on the ground as a carpet. Something I don’t want, but I can’t stop it. I’m just a daughter to a man who sees me as a weapon, nothing else.

I put on my black spaghetti dress, one that shows my curves and slim body. I put my dagger in my thigh pocket as I tried to make it look natural as possible.

This dagger was given to me when I was 9, when Henry was at gun point in he’s bed by some hooker. Who was actually a spy from another Mafia.

I did what my instinct told me to do, I grabbed something to throw at her so she could lose her balance, which she did. Then my father took the gun and shot her dead.

That night was the first time I saw a dead body in my life. The next day Henry congratulated me for saving he’s life by giving me a dagger, this very one I hold to this day. He then vowed that I would be he’s successor as he turned me into a weapon.

To think this all started because I had a nightmare and thought the old man could give me comfort through it, instead I walked into he’s room and sealed my fate to be he’s weapon.

Some days I wish I let the hooker kill him, then maybe I would be free. Maybe I would be able to go back and find my mother.

A knock on my door takes me out of my thoughts as I put on my black hills and walk out. The men here find me beautiful but know better than to approach, either afraid of me or my father.

“You’re the definition of judging a book by it’s cover, my daughter.” Henry said as he straighten he’s suit while walking outside with he’s men close behind. I just nodded as I followed from behind.

There were 3 SUVS, 2 was for the men, and the last one that sat in the middle of them was for me and my father as a driver and bodyguard accompanied us.

“Mr. Anderson will be there by 9, so we when we arrive we head straight to the VIP area.” My father explained as he started scrolling through he’s phone.

9? But father wanted us to be there by 10? So, why on Earth did he make us go an hour later. If he wants an Allie, then he needs loyalty and honour. Making someone wait for an hour isn’t honour at all to them, it just makes them look like fools. And making our Allie a fool will only make them retaliate.

“I know what you’re thinking.” Henry, my father said as he grabbed my wrist with a death grip. All I wanted to do was scream in agony, but instead I kept a blank face as I knew better then to show emotions.

“You’re worrying child, worrying is an emotion.” He whispered the last bit with poison. One that made my spine shiver, but I covered it up as I looked in he’s eyes with stern gaze.

“Weapons can’t have emotions, father.” I replied back, he just smiled in content as he let go of my wrist and went back to looking at he’s phone.

Henry was a sick bastard, I just hope something happens tonight so I can let off steam.