Chapter 5

***Allegra's pov***

I enjoyed the mafia life, but hated the formalities. Every year, the leader of the Mexican Mafia threw a stupid ball as a way to bring together every mafia in the world. Ridiculous, I know. And every year, it’s a “peaceful” environment to talk business and create alliances. It’s like a Met Gala for fucking criminals.

“Ouch..” I bit my lip as the second stitch went in.

“It’s next week… and…” he started, choosing his words carefully.

“I get it. Don’t kill anyone there.” I said creating the third stitch.

“Am serious Allegra. We cannot cause any trouble with the Mexicans. If you overstep your boundaries again, I cannot save you. Our partnership with him almost ended because of what happened last year.” He said sternly

“He fucking started it.” I mumbled.

My quick fingers finished up the sixth stitch on my arm, and I cut the excess away. I cleaned off the residue of blood, and stood up to face my parents. I knew exactly what I was referring to. Last year, Ace and I … had a little altercation. And by ‘little altercation’, I mean we were trying to kill each other… again. Eventually our little quarrel destroyed all of the decorations, tables, chairs, and anything else you could think of. It was total chaos.

“I promise I’ll keep the peace. Besides, the ball is a time for prosperity and joy among murders and gangsters, right?” I said sarcastically.

“Your sister will also be attending.” My mother spoke.

“What sister?” I hissed out. I said coldly.

“Allegra it’s been over a year. Everyone makes mistakes and I’m sure Victoria…” she began

“Doing something intentionally is no mistake, mother.” I growled cutting her off.

Victoria never took her training seriously, had no values, and didn’t know a thing about fucking loyalty. She never wanted a life in the mafia , yet uses our money and power to get whatever she wants. She moved to LA to pursue a modeling career since getting naked was the only thing she excelled at.

“she’s coming with her… boyfriend…they will be here tomorrow, so please control yourself.” My mother said cautiously.

“I thought he knew better than to show his face around here.” I snorted.

“You better tell that bitch of a little sister that if she even looks at me the wrong way, I will not hesitate to snap her neck.”

I heard my father let out a string of profanities under his breath as I walked away laughing, slamming the doors behind me causing them to overlap.

I swung the doors open to my sanctuary. My room was mainly black with red and white decor throughout. I stepped into the bathroom, and started the shower.

My favourite chill spot, my olive green queen porcelain bathtub and overhead shower at the other corner with waterfall shower heads covering the entire ceiling within it. There was a bench to sit down in the corner away from the water, that was lightly decorated with a vase, my shampoo, conditioner, soaps, and some flowers in a glass container. Probably the only girly thing in the entire room. I opened a drawer on my vanity, and pulled out a waterproof wrap. I gently wrapped my arm, careful not to ruin my new stitches, and stepped in the shower. I tilted my head back, and sighed. I lathered my hair with shampoo, enjoying the lavender scent. My shoulders relaxed and I felt the hot water soothe my muscles. I immediately tensed back again when I heard a faint footstep come from my room. Remaining calm, I continued to lather my hair, listening as the steps got closer. I looked in the reflection of my glass shower to see my bathroom door slowly start to open, with the tip of a silencer sticking out of the opening.

I waited for the door to open further to reveal a very large arm, in all black. From the looks of it, a very huge muscular man was attempting to sneakily step into the bathroom.

‘Not today motherfucker.’ I quickly reached into the vase and grabbed my glock. I always had a weapon near me and had different guns and knives planted throughout the house. I turned quickly and shot his arm, causing him to drop his weapon and scream in pain. He retreated into my room.

I ran out of the shower, with shampoo still in my hair, and burst into my room. He was attempting to run towards the window when I shot both of his kneecaps. He fell to the floor, gripping one of his knees in pain screaming. At this point, our useless security finally became alert. Two our guards ran in guns down. “A little late, dontcha think?” I said sarcastically. Their mouths flew open, eyeing my wet naked body. I rolled my eyes and shot one in the right shoulder, and the other in the left. ” Next time do your job properly.” I rolled my eyes and walked into the bathroom, and slid on a robe.