《You're Mine》Chapter One

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eternity (n.) forever; always

My father is dead. I can't say I give a fuck, because I don't. He made my life hell and he was a sick man. His whole aura was revolting. I'm glad he's dead and I hope he rots in hell. Does that make me a bad daughter? Because I hope it does.

I'm Anastasia Ivanov sometimes Davina Moretti, leader of the Russian Mafia, first ever female mafia leader. In all of my 23 years of life, I never once expected to be in this position. My older brother would've taken over but I killed him because he tried to rape me. I really fucking hate my family. Like father, like son. For the past month, I've been running shit pretty smoothly but people just kept coming and coming, wanting to kill me. I found out Edgar, my father, had a debt of twenty-two million dollars in total to 27 different fucking people.

So far I've killed 13 of those people. No person, no debt right?

It's been stressful but nothing I can't handle. Nobody knows about me, they don't know Edgar was my father because we have two different last names. I took my mother's last name because I couldn't stand carrying his. Edgar Ivanov was better off dead. I always kept my identity hidden but that didn't stop me from getting out there and killing fuckers.

So here we are. I could tell you my whole life story but I might just shoot myself in the head from talking about it. I am at one of my warehouses because Romano, my right hand man, told me we were under attack. Another complication my bitch ass father left me with.

As I arrive I see multiple black vans with people behind them shooting at my warehouse. I drive to the back exit and enter the warehouse from the back. I grab one of the guns off the wall and run next to Romano who I see is on the floor.

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"Romano what the fuck?"

"Oh hey, fancy seeing you here." There was blood oozing out of his shirt and he looked half conscious.

"I'll take care of it. Just try and stay alive." Fuck.

I point the gun at the men and shoot. I managed to shoot three of them in their heads but as I was about to pull back, a bullet implanted my shoulder . "Fuck!"

I put the gun in my other hand and shoot, successfully killing the rest of the men. I walk out to their bodies and make sure they're dead by shooting them right between their eyes. It's kind of a signature of mine, like signing my art.

As I turn around, I was met with gorgeous, emerald eyes. He had a gun pointed at my chest. He had to be at least 6'3 because I'm 5'7 and I had to lift my head up to meet his eyes.

"And who the fuck are you?" He was very intimidating but I don't get intimidated by anyone and I stand by that.

"Don't fucking worry about it." My voice laced with venom. His figure towered over me but I refuse to show any intimidation.

"You must not know who I am." His eyes full with amusement.

"And I don't give two flying fucks who you are." He sighed irritably.

"Edgar Ivanov. Where is he?" Ugh fuck me. I hate my life. My father is dead but his name still haunts me.

"He's dead." And then the green eyes I once admired were filled with rage.

He gripped the bottom of my hair and pointed the gun at my temple.

"What did you just say?" I was trying to get out of his grip, but this man was strong as hell. Probably the strongest man I've encountered.

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"Let go of my hair you asshole!" Surprisingly, he lets go. My shoulder is starting to burn and my vision is getting blurry. That bullet really got me good.

He runs his hands through his jet black hair with an intense expression, stressed almost. "How did he die?" He asked with a low voice.

"I murdered him with my own hands." I responded.

His head snapped towards my direction and his breathing increased with anger. I'm starting to get real dizzy now. Fuck. I stumble but hold myself up leaning on the van next to me.

"And how does a woman like you kill a man like that?" Men.

"And what's a woman like me?" My voice was shaky, that bullet got me good.

And then all of a sudden, I heard more voices but my head was fucking with me. And then I heard emerald eyes tell someone to grab me. Oh fuck.

"Lorenzo, grab the woman." Those were the last words I heard before I passed out on the cold concrete.

If I die today, oh fucking well.

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