Mafia goddess

One

      The loud alarm clock woke me up from my beautiful slumber. I groaned before taking the g*n under my pillow shooting at the damn devil machine. I knew it was not its fault, but mine for setting it on. I was tired and in no mood to wake up this morning, more or less go to college, but on the other hand I was relieved that it woke me up from the nightmare of my first kill.

     The mission was simple, but I didn’t know that I will inherit everything. I got up and had a cold shower, I changed into a simple ripped blue jeans, and a tank top with a hoody. No one knew my identity and for it to stay that way, I had to do anything a normal teenager did, even going to college and I hated it. 

     I hated reading, staying in a crowded class and listening to the damn teacher who had no clue how business works. But my step mother was the no nonsense kind of lady, and the only woman I was afraid of. She was the only woman who could make me and my beast bow down.

     I ran downstairs where the maids were already preparing breakfast for the two of us, but I saw that three plates were set at the table. We usually shared the mornings between the two of us. It was the only reason I even ate breakfast in this house, it gave us time to talk and discuss personal and business without guests around. 

      So why was there another plate? I threw my bag at one of the maids who easily caught it. It was not a new thing, they already knew the routine. I was not their friend, I was their boss, and they knew what I was capable of, even more than I did.

     “Sarah, why is there an extra plate?” Sarah was the cook who we trusted and she’s been working for us for ten years. Her body tensed at my question, but she answered anyway, with the spatula held tight in her hand, making her knuckles turn white. 

     “Madam brought a guest” that was her simple answer, but why was she so tense? Did she know anything about our guest that I didn’t know about? I was about to get an answer out of her when my nose sensed a foreign scene with my stepmother coming downstairs.

     It was a man. A dirty, smelly man. I could smell him even before they arrived. I knew where the strange smell came from. I was no stranger to it. The man must have been in one of our containers for days without bathing, so what was he doing here? 

     “Lala,” my stepmother said, kissing me on my cheek. We had a great relationship, even though it was not always like that, we almost killed each other before we were allies. Our secrets kept us together and closer than women who went through the same things should be. 

     “Kate” I smiled giving her my other cheek to kiss, the stink got closer and I almost gagged at the smell. 

     “This is…” she said looking at the man behind me and turned to see the stranger, who was dirty. His long hair full of dirt and his clothes torn, and the smell of urine on him. He didn’t belong in this house and I don’t know why Kate thought otherwise. I couldn't stand his presence any longer, so I turned and glared at Kate, who was dressed implacably, but came with a hobo to our table.

    “Magnar, Ma'am,” he said showing his yellow teeth.

     “Yes Magnar, unique name don’t you think?” she was looking at me but I was not happy about this. I didn't like the fact that he was near me in the first place, so why do I even need to learn his name? 

      I probably won’t have to see him again. There were many men who will be happy to buy him at the auction, my tigress roared in my head in anger at my words, what was wrong with her now? She never responded to me in that manner before.

     “I don’t care, what’s all this about Kate? Because seriously he smells and I won’t be able to eat anything while he's here. I can’t go to school hungry or I will be grumpy” 

     “I know, and I’m not stupid. I did this because I knew that’s the only time we can talk. Magnar here is from the Bahamas and he's going to be your husband” she didn't even bat an eyelash saying it. This woman was really crazy. 

      “What? Are you crazy? Kate I like you, but that is my decision to make and I’m not marrying this stinky hobo, no matter where he comes from okay? Like I told you countless times I’m not getting married ever” I stood up and my eyes already changed to intense green.

      I was about to shift and I couldn’t do it inside the house or it will be a m******e before I could actually calm my tigress down, who clearly loved blood. 

     “Sit back down” she commanded, her eyes black like her beast. The last time I saw the beast was after my wedding to Lorenzo, and I was not ready to fight it again. I knew I was much stronger now than I was that day, so I sat back down. 

     “It was not a request, but a command. I let you have enough freedom, but now I need you to have a man you trust by your side, and this here whatever his name is will do that. I don’t care if you f**k him or not, but this will be your husband in a month’s time, so be ready or this house won’t be big enough for the both of us” she stood angrily, and left the kitchen with Magnar behind her, like some cub going after his mother.

      I knew she meant every word she said, so there was only one solution to this mess. I was going to have to kill Magnar tonight. I will never marry someone else in this lifetime. Didn’t she realize the risk of me being with someone? Didn’t she see how dangerous I was? How dangerous my tigress was when uncomfortable? 

      I took my bag and I was all ready to leave with only one thought; killing my dirty, dirty husband to be. But as always my stepmother knew me better than I knew myself, because the moment I got to the car, my phone pinged from my pocket with a massage.

     From: She Devil

     Kill him, and I kill you

      I groaned before putting the phone back in my hoody pocket. I needed a plan to get rid of this Magnar guy. I didn’t know what the plan was yet, but I was sure of one thing; I was not getting married to anyone ever. Or at least that’s what I thought at that moment, but fate had other plans for me.