Chapter 2: The law

WARNING SIGNS:

LANGUAGE THAT IS UNAMBIGUOUS

CURSING

VIOLENCE, GUN VIOLENCE

SELF-INFLICTED HARM

BLOOD, DECEASE, and GORE

VALENTINA’s POV

The last place my father struck me was on the cheek, so I rubbed it with my finger. Even if I no longer have any scars, I will never forget. Over and over, I prayed for his demise while my eyes were shut.

Unfortunately, that's another problem; all I wish is that I could liberate myself. My mafia would turn against me if I murdered him. I would be disowned and shunned. After all, murdering your own flesh and blood is the worst crime of all.

I turned to face Vix. She had so much pity for me in her hazel eyes. I hated that one.

But I really valued her. "I just want to be alone right now," I said, my voice heavy with sorrow. Her gaze dropped to the floor.

To reassure me, she came up to me and laid a hand on my shoulder. She was unable to say or do anything else. Before she left my room and shut the door after her, I could feel her fingertips gently pressing my shoulder.

I wasn't by myself for very long; as I asked, a housekeeper came to help me pack. As she struggled to get my stuff together, I sipped more bourbon neat. ""Non mettere la mia lingerie nella valigia. Sei pazzo? Pensi che andrò a letto con lui?" (Don't fuck pack my lingerie. Are you insane? Do you think I'm just going to fuck him?)" I yelled. My words caused the maid to cower. I was being overly harsh and I was really pissed. Damn.

What if he's old or a filthy womanizer? What if he abuses women?

I would never allow him to touch me. I cleared my mind of these thoughts when I got an incoming call.

"Yes, I see... ten minutes and I'll be there," I said into the phone to one of my guards, who was dealing with a minor issue.

It appears that if you want anything done well, you must do it yourself. I sighed, put on a black hoodie over my jeans and crop top. I switched out of my heeled boots and into sneakers.

The situation was about to get out of hand. I went out after leaving the maid in my room.

While gazing at the setting sun through the colored windows, I got into my favorite red Bugatti. A beautiful scene was created by the blending of red, amber, and yellow hues.

Immediately after sitting next to me, Vix buckled herself in. In order to meet that man in America tomorrow, I understood that I needed to go tonight.

However, having your own aircraft allows you the freedom to depart whenever you choose.

I started the car and experienced the exhilarating roar of the motor. To reach my destination, I floored the car and pressed my foot down.

I might never be this liberated again. I took tiny roads and lengthy, empty roads. I managed to avoid justice despite committing every crime.

In Italy, I was the law.

When I got to a lonely warehouse, I got out of my vehicle. As I was unable to put my dark auburn mid length hair into a ponytail, it flitted over my face.

I was allowed into the building right away, and some of the guards even bowed their heads as I approached. Respect was never handed out, it was gained. I had also made all of my efforts worthwhile.

I was led to a tiny, damp space. The area had a strong metallic smell. A combination of blood and bleach that is nearly enough to make you gag. I couldn't help but grin when I saw a guy tied to a metal seat.

A rat that's a fucking rat.

"I absolutely despise snitches because we all know they are nothing but bitches." I spoke, and the man dared not meet my gaze. "And you know what they say, snitches end up in ditches."