Mafia Princess

GINA

The alarms in the house wake me up.

I can see the lights flashing from the fine gap under my bedroom door.

Reaching under my pillow, I grab my gun and get out of bed slowly approaching my door.

I tap the door handle before I grab it to make sure it isn’t hot before I grab it.

I turn the handle and open the door just a crack to peek out and look for any movement.

There is none.

It’s odd, between the staff and the guards that live here there should be some kind of movement.

My heart is beating so fast and hard I can feel it in my throat, Turning the handle again, I close the door soundlessly.

Tip-toeing to my bed, I push some pillows down like I am hiding under the blanket and then throw my blankets over everything.

Then, I tip-toe back to the door and listen.

I hear voices coming from downstairs, “find the little shit and deal with her no one makes it out.”

Then footsteps come my way.

I stand at the back side of the door and wait.

My knob slowly turns, and the door opens softly.

I see a man’s silhouette walking to my bed.

He laughs deep and throaty.

“If I was you, I would have found a better hiding place.”

When he rips the covers back, I point my gun and pull the trigger.

With a loud groan he slumps to the floor as another man rushes in, I turn and shoot him, red splattering on my face.

The lights click on, and my dad comes in clapping.

Wrapping his arm around me he says, “You got them dolce amore.”

Sweet love, my dad’s pet name for me and my sister.

I finally get my heart rate back to normal.

“Geeze Gina did you have to shoot me in the nuts? just because they are paintballs doesn’t mean they don’t hurt.”

My dad chuckles then smacks Tony, his right-hand man on the back of his head.

With a serious tone he says “Don’t talk to my princess about your balls, unless you want me to cut them off”

Tony grimaces no thanks Don, I like them where they are.

My brother Jr. stands up fully and rubs the side of his face “I think that’s going to leave a mark.”

“Miss. Genovese, am I boring you” my 3rd period teacher asks.

Snapping out of the memory I shrug and put my head down.

“Very well.”

He turns back to the blackboard.

Looking back out the window I smile at the memory of how simple training used to be.

My father is Giovanni Genovese the Don of the Italian mafia forces in Detroit, really, he runs all of Michigan.

After the family decided to expand their business, his father moved here and started running the business from the east side.

All the gangs get all their product from the family and now that my father is the Don he has implemented some changes that no one knows about our family.

In order to end a rift between two families, mafia daughters are often traded off to the right husband as expendable tools.

It is not uncommon for women to be treated poorly, and sometimes they are even killed.

The Don in Wisconsin was supposed to marry my father’s sister.

After his first donna failed to bear him a son, he killed her to find a woman who could provide him with male children.

When she ran away with a member of the enforcers, Raberto, my grandfather hunted them down and killed them both.

It never sat right with my father so when he took over he vowed to raise his girls different, saying the love of a daughter does not make a weaker man, it makes a stronger line of succession.

As a result, here I am.

I have trained in all things my father believed would make me into a warrior.

Ballet until I was 7 giving me flexibility and discipline.

Karate until I was 9 giving me defence and more discipline.

Jujutsu until i was 16 teaching me offence and more discipline.

Every weekend since I was five, I spend at the gun range.

At home we have emergency drills with paintball guns and other weapons.

Now that I’m 18, I’m sitting in etiquette classes at Detroit Academy of Etiquette, because dad insists I must appear submissive, and feminine, even now women have a standard inspite of the world today.

With the final bell ringing, I am happy that it is Friday, which means I get to go home after training.

This is my last year of training and its with a friend of my fathers, he is a Marine in charge of some covert black-ops group and I have to tell you the training is harder then anything I have done so far.

Its about mastering pain.

Leaving I walk out and see the blacked-out Cadillac Escalade ESV.

It’s a fortress on wheels they were my idea after my father was shot and almost died leaving the casino last year.

My bodyguard steps out the back seat “Miss. Genovese” he nods.

I courtesy “Riccardo.”

Taking his hand I step into the car.

He follows and shuts the door.

The car pulls away as he closes the divider and pulls out paperwork.

“Your father wants me to remind you that your party is tonight at the club for your birthday. So your training tonight has been replaced with shopping. I assume we’re going to Teasers Boutique, and then we’re on our way

schedule to the salon”

“oh yippy” I flash him a sarcastic smile.

Also, I need you to look over the renovations to the office in the club and the liquor list for tonight.”

Growling, I take the papers and read then look over the list signing the papers I hand them back just as we pull up the dress shop.

I’m sitting in the private lounge of my nightclub nursing a whiskey watching all the people below dancing and talking.

My father says this addition was his favorite part of the club.

My father is talking business with one of the Dons.

He’s my father’s age dressed in a black suit like all the other “associates” of the business here tonight.

He has green eyes salt and pepper hair and has a well-built body for a man his age.

His eyes keep flickering to me looking me up and down in what looks to be, curiosity?

Disgusting.

Staring off pretending I’m just a trophy daughter I hear my name being squealed from across the lounge.

FINALLY!

I jump up, my father looks at me leaning back in his place I take his hand “father can I go dance with the girls please”

he nods and I kiss his cheek and go.

Thank God I’m so board.

I get to my girls.

Kayleigh is wearing a black silk dress with a low cow neck and no back.

The dress ends just under her ass paired with 6inch black stilettos making her already long legs look longer.

Her long black hair is up on one side.

Heather is wearing a red jersey dress with matching stiletto-heeled sneakers her hair is cut into a beautiful pixy that complements her face.

They look amazing grabbing their hands I take them downstairs to the bar.

Kayleigh’s amber eyes are lit as she gushes over my dress “This dress looks like it was made just for you Gina!”

It’s a different look I agree they called it ‘bad but hott.’

I am wearing a striking black dress, which features a high slit on the left side, elegantly showcasing my leg.

The dress has a form-fitting design with long sleeves and a deep sweetheart neckline adorned with intricately designed embellishments.

A sheer, lace corset underlay that adds the perfect amount of allure and cover, accentuating my look while providing a hint of sophistication.

My hair is mostly up in a mastered messy bun with a few curls falling in well planned places.

Smiling I call the bar tender over being the owner gets me put first on his agenda.

The uniforms look amazing a nice change I made last month to give them more of a 1920’s gangster look, its hot.

After we take three shots each of tequila, Heather and Kayleigh get their cosmos and I get my mojito and we head to the dance floor.

Sean Paul Temperature comes on and we hand our empty drinks off and start grinding on each other.

Large hands come from behind and grab my hip on one side and my ribs just under my breast on the other, pulling me into a hard chest.

The man whispers in my ear with a deep Italian accent, that sends shivers down my spine “You are truly a beautiful woman.”

I whisper back, “Yes and not for you to touch.”

his grip loosens, and I slip away into the crowd back to the bar getting a couple shots and a Cosmo for myself I relax just as the man reappears in front of me and now that I can see him.

He is drawl worthy.

A Greek Gods perfect masterpiece.

Dark brown hair longer on top and buzzed on the sides wide shoulders tattoos on his neck and the suit he is wearing shows every muscle rippling down his body.

My mouth is suddenly very dry.

He says “I have never seen a woman as beautiful as you”

I raise an eyebrow and look him in the eyes “I swear Bella I don’t lie”

I lean in brushing my lips against his ear looking up at the ceiling knowing my father can see “Thank you for allowing your eyes to fuck me.

I hope your got off because that will be the only time you get the chance.”

I turn and walk upstairs to rejoin my father.

When there is a break in conversation he leans in with amusement in his voice.

“Back so soon Dolce Amore?”

I whisper back “Some guys just don’t know how to take the word, No even when spoken loud and clear.”

He chuckles “I never have to worry about your ability to say no.”