Wrath of Desire

Third-Person Point of View “Stop!” the man shouted when Ximena pointed her favorite gun, the Ballester Molina, at him. As the chilling breeze blew, Ximena watched the young man lying on the slippery concrete. She donned a white double-rider jacket and black flared trousers that accentuated her hips and legs. She knotted her glistening, straight black hair so she wouldn't be distracted while slaughtering anyone who tried to hinder her path. She peers at the man with a frigid gaze. “Stop?” “Please, I’m begging you,” he uttered softly. When Ximena heard what the man said, she lifted the corner of her lips. Saying please is new, considering these people are Mafia members like her. In this game, they were trained to mu.rder to survive. So, why would these low-level Mafias beg her if it was their fault? “You block my way, dimwit,” she uttered dangerously. Before the man could speak, she pulled the trigger three times at his forehead before putting her gun in her pocket. “You all better know who’s the boss here,” she whispered before turning her back to the people whom she killed. Ximena Destin Del Valle is the successor of their organization, El Imperio Oscuro Organization, which her father, the Mafia Boss, managed. At a very young age, she was taught to slaughter people and engage in illicit activity. She had always wondered what made her different from the other kids, but after she witnessed her father humanely murder one of his opponents during an ambush, she realized why. They’re criminals, the Mafia. “Destin,” someone uttered. When Lyric, her father's companion, appeared, Ximena clicked her tongue. She frequently communicates with Ximena through her earpiece since she regularly slaughters the Mafia, which constantly blocks her path. Many of her father's associates accompany her to assure her safety, but she consistently ignores them. Lyric reaches her over her earpiece because of her father's disciples, but she isn't bothered. She can do whatever she wants, and nobody can stop her. She is the heiress and has been taught to use violence, so what is the purpose of not applying it? “Not now, Lyric. I have no time hearing your chit-chat when I’m furious,” she mumbled. “You should control your anger, Destin. Your life is at risk! Are you planning to suicide?” she roared, but Ximena didn’t say anything and just tapped her earpiece to cut Lyric’s signal. “Too loud.” Ximena opens the door of her gold Chevrolet Corvette and hops in. She started the engine upon closing the door and drove as fast as she could, leaving the corpse in that place. Her father’s allies will clean the crime scene, which they constantly do whenever her enemies try to trigger her. Does she think she’s scared? No, never. “Destin!” Lyric exclaimed. Ximena finally entered their hideout. She glanced at Lyric but persisted in walking, not minding Lyric’s presence. “You shouldn’t do that again!” “Lyric, I’m not an angel. I can kill whenever I want,” she said casually. Ximena entered the house and looked for her father, but she could not see him. She did not know where her father was, so Ximena turned to Lyric to ask. Her father was often in their hideout, but she could only hear the noise of the place. Not even a shadow of her father appeared in her sight. “Where’s my dad?” she asked. “Your parents’ had a dinner date,” she answered calmly. “Wow! Then I’d rather go home now instead of waiting for my dad here,” she muttered sarcastically, but Lyric heard it. “They will be here in a minute,” Eve butts into their conversation. Eve is also her father’s ally; they are a year older than Ximena. Eve was also trained to kill just to protect Ximena as her father’s ally should. “Expect that your dad will be furious again, Destin,” Lyric warned her before leaving. Ximena didn’t say anything and just pulled her gun in her pocket as she sat on the white chaise lounge beside her. She was planning to clean her gun and was about to look for a cloth, but Eve threw it to her. Ximena’s reflexes are sharp, as she immediately caught the fabric. “Ximena,” her father said as he entered the hideout. His forehead crumpled when he saw her daughter cleaning her favorite gun. “What was that?” “I killed someone—” “You should think twice, Ximena. Control your emotions. You can’t just kill someone,” he cutted her. Ximena rolled her eyes but didn’t say anything as she wiped her gun. She used to hear lectures from her father because she always pointed and pulled the trigger when she wanted to. She’s not scared of anyone, and her father doesn’t get it. Their lives had been in danger ever since they were born. She’s just doing what she needs to because if she doesn’t, she will get executed. “Dad, we’re Mafia,” Ximena reminded him, which made her father stop. “We were born to slsughter people. We were born to survive, so why can’t I just kill someone?” “Honey.” Ximena’s mother hugged her husband’s waist, who was now looking at their daughter with a dagger. “Just relax. Your daughter can handle everything.” “I’m the boss here, Ximena. You better think twice, or else I’ll punish you,” he warned her. Ximena didn’t flinch when she heard what her father, the Mafia Boss, said. She merely grinned and wiped her gun, knowing her father couldn't hurt her. Her father may be brutal to others, but he is terrified of the people he loves. Her mother is equally worried about their daughter, but they cannot stop her, especially when she does anything she pleases. They were aware that slaughtering people was her pleasure. Every day, they learn about Ximena's activities. Instead of disciplining her, they will clean up her mess. Ximena eventually prevailed again, sneering at Lyric, who shook her head as she entered the hideout. “Such a stubborn daughter,” she mouthed. “I wouldn’t be Ximena Destin Del Valle if I’m not,” Ximena stated as she raised her right eyebrow at her.