Chapter 7

***Allegra's pov***

I moved my knife to his throat, and sliced it open, letting him bleed out slowly. I walk away and face my father. His eyes were wide, and his hand was pressed against his chin, deep in thought.

We made our way to the exit. Before walking out, I looked back at the guards ,and his almost lifeless body.

“Skin him, and make sure to leave his brand intact.” I order as I walk out.

“I’ve trained you well Allegra.” My father beamed with pride.

The walk back to the office was quiet. The Russian Mafia is not to be fucked with. Our mafia is ranked one of the most powerful, along with the Italians, but the Russian Mafia easily has us outnumbered. They’re allied with the French mainly, and those two mafias on their own car devour us. I entered the office and made my way to the sofa, while my father sat behind his desk, his hand still on his chin. A pose he often does when he’s thinking.

“This could be bad Allegra.” He whispered loud enough for me to hear.

“We have finally become a big enough threat to Moskov that he wants to take us down. If anything ,it’s a complement to us.” I smirked.

“He has many powerful connections, and many allies. Knowing Moskov, he wouldn’t launch an assassination against another gang without allies backing him up.” He said sternly while crossing his arms.

“We just need more allies than him, plain and simple. Maybe we can persuade Fernando to help us end Moskov once and for all.” I suggested. “Our Mafia is powerful enough that if we have another powerhouse backing us up, we can easily end the Russians, as well as all of their allies.”

“I’ll make connections at the ball, as will you. Try and get on Fernando’s good side. The Mexican mafia would be a good choice considering we already do business with them.” He spoke.

“Understood.” I nodded and stood up and started to make my way to the door.

“Allegra Sky” my dad spoke softly. I turned over my shoulder, with my eyebrow raised. He rarely used my middle name.

“You’ll make a great leader one day. I’m proud to be your father. I’m certain that you’ll not only thrive in my position, but excel me in every way. I’m proud of you.” He smiled walking towards me and embraced me in a heartwarming hug.

I didn’t know how to react, I tensed up immediately. Moments like this were so rare, he always reminded me to never show emotion, as it was a sign of weakness.

But it did feel good to have my father’s support.

Being a woman leading a mafia is unheard of. People doubted my father for trusting his eldest daughter to take over the mafia. They told him that I wasn’t fit for the job, and I’ll cause the organization to crumble.

I made it my life goal to prove everyone wrong, even myself. That I can not only lead a mafia as a woman, but take over the entire industry. That Allegra Skylar Grey will go down in history as the most ruthless, cold hearted mafia leader that ever lived.

“What happened to ‘showing emotion is a sign of weakness,” I mimick his voice and hug him back.

He sighs and shrugs and before he gets all defensive I hug him back tightly.

“Okay now I need to fucking sleep” I say releasing myself.

“ And eat, you are nothing but bones!” He teases.

“Uuh Dad!!!” I gasp “harsh much” we laugh at it and I head straight to the kitchen grab all I can eat and head straight to my sanctuary.

***Ace's Pov***

I wake up feeling rejuvenated and rush to the shed outside the house where we perform our operations. The ice cold birth did me good. It's pretty early in the morning, but I have to get over with the problem at hand.

Finding my men inside already I give orders to pack the head of the already dead girl in a box and cut one finger of the red head until she talks. Girls are easy to break and before they get to her fourth finger I have all the information I need.

If only Allegra was this naive. A smirk escapes my mouth remembering how feisty she was.

“Shiit!” I curse under my breath realizing the thought of her makes me almost want to smile. It was nice seeing her though, that I can't deny.

My phone rings, disrupting my thoughts.

“Office, now!” My father of course

“Yes Sir!”

“Do whatever you want with that one, get rid of that body, and pack the head and middle finger in a cold box and send it to the Russian Mafia estate wrapped as a present.”

“Ayaiy captain” my body guard replies as I head to my father's office.

“Buongiorno papà.”

He nods and raises his glass as he flushes the remaining drink.

“Heard you got some whores for dinner” his voice was coarse still in his pajamas.

“And now he's going to get a corpse for breakfast” I reply with a straight face.

It's silent for a minute before he lets out a very infectious laughter. I can't help but join him.

“Bravo figlio Mio, bravo!” He lights up his pipe for a smoke and offers one but I'm not a fan, I just shake my head politely.

“I'm going to workout,” I stand up to leave.

“You do that son, you need to look your best for the ball.” he says chuckling as he takes a long drag from his pipe releasing it towards me.

“Looks like you are trying to die before the ball!” I say in the middle of coughing and close the door before he utters another word.