Mafia Princess

Marcie

Leon: Hurry your ass up before one of your dads finds out!

Marcie: I’m coming! And chill they’re all out!

I shove my phone into my bag and take one last look at myself in the mirror instantly sighing at what I see. It’s not that I don’t look good, my outfit is just how I wanted it. My fishnet tights and red hotpants leave very little to the imagination and my corset sets the outfit off perfectly but that’s not the issue.

The issue is my hair.

It’s still too short for my liking, and a constant reminder. I just wish it would fucking grow a bit faster so I can actually do something with it instead of the pixie cut I have now.

It’s like the more I want it to grow the more it says a giant fuck you and decide to grow at a snails pace.

I should really be used to it by now seeing as there’s little that can be done about it but it still bothers me more than I let on about.

With a final sigh I give it a slight little tussle and then proceed to heading over to my bedroom window to make my grand escape of the evening.

I hate climbing out of my bedroom window, it’s always so fucking difficult especially with no shoes on but seeing as my parents are complete control freaks and never let me go anywhere or do anything I have no other choice but to whenever I want to go out.

Luckily tonight it hasn’t been raining so the trellis isn’t wet which makes the descent slightly better. But obviously my room has to be the only one that leads down into the fucking bushes, which I’m sure were put in as a ploy to try and stop me from doing exactly what I’m right doing now.

And well if that was my parents plan it clearly doesn’t work because even though landing in a bush isn’t the highlight of my night but I’m so used to it by now I don’t even grimace as some of the thorns prick my skin, it’s the price I’ll willingly pay to get even the slightest bit of freedom.

Climbing out of the bush and picking off the leaves I stumble about attempting to put my shoes on until I spot two figures in my peripheral vision causing my stomach to instantly sink. Turning slowly I freeze on the spot as I see Ronnie and Taylor glaring at me from across the garden with very obvious smirks on their faces indicating that they’ve just watched my awful grand escape. I groan to myself and curse under my breath because this is not what I need right now.

Especially not with what I’m wearing right now. It’s not exactly how I want my dads to be seeing me, I’m pretty sure it might cause a heart attack or two if they catch me like this.

I just hope that Ronnie and Taylor are on my side like they usually are but then again they’re usually at the other side of the house at this time.

They don’t start walking the grounds until 10pm on the dot which is why I chose now to get out, and they always go anticlockwise meaning I can slip over the fence and be gone without them noticing me, but clearly luck is not on my side tonight.

“At least give me a head start before you tell them” I say and put my sweetest innocent smile on in the hopes that it might actually work.

Taylor chuckles slightly as he stubs out his cigarette and shakes his head. “I’ll give ya 10 minutes and then we call them to say we spotted you on the cameras” yep they’re on my side tonight and I love them for it.

Ronnie and Taylor have worked security at our house for as long as I can remember, although there’s never really been any threats that come to the house it’s something my dad’s have insisted on. Up until a few years ago it used to be a lot heavier but now it’s two guards on 12 hour shifts.

Ronnie and Taylor have always been the softest out of them, and whenever I slip up like I have tonight I can usually convince them to hold back on informing anyone I’ve snuck out. Unlike a few of the douchebags that have practically tackled me to the ground and carried me back inside. Which funnily enough resulted in them not being seen again.

Tackling has now been banned when it comes to me, instead it’s ‘keep her from leaving without force and report to the boss’

Anyone would think this is a prison not a home where I’m concerned.

I’m like a hairless Rapunzel trapped away in her tower.

“20?” I attempt to barter back but the way Taylor sighs and rolls his eyes tells me there’s not a chance before he even confirms it.

“10 or we call Vinnie not your dads” He says with a sly smile and we both know I have no alternative but to say yes. My dads finding out I’ve snuck out again is hell but Vinnie finding out is just a whole different level of shit I’d rather not have to deal with right now.

“Fine” I groan, It’s not the best outcome but i’ll take it even if it does mean within 11 minutes half of New York will be fucking hunting me down.

“9 minutes 30 seconds” Ronnie says tapping his watch and with that I waste no time stalking off towards the gates.

At least it means I don’t have to climb over the fence then I can just head straight out of the main gates which is a hell of a lot easier. But If I’d have known I was already going to get caught I definitely would have got the others to park a lot closer to the house instead of having to trek down the road to where they’re waiting for me. Usually it makes more sense for them to not park near the house so then the security cameras don’t pick him up but it clearly wouldn’t have made a difference tonight.

Once I reach the car I climb into the back seat next to Kiera who I don’t think I have ever seen show so much skin before as she’s dressed in a slutty angel costume which actually suits her perfectly. Kiera is my best friend, almost like a sister to me. We’ve been practically attached at the hip since we met in kindergarten.

We’re so alike but so different in so many ways but that’s what makes us so great. She’s quiet around people she doesn’t know, incredibly fucking smart and has a heart of gold. Whereas I’m loud, barely completed high school and my heart has a thick wall of ice surrounding it. We’re the perfect Ying and Yang.

She’s all golden skin, wild curly hair and mesmerising brown eyes. She’s beautiful, everyone thinks so but somehow she’s the only person that doesn’t see it and that’s one of things I love about her. Even though she comes from a privileged background with her family being one of the wealthiest in New York there’s nothing smug or entitled about her like every other snobby brat in our school.

That’s the problem with private schools in New York. Everyone has mummy and daddy’s money and it makes them think they’re better than everyone else. It’s something that has made me and my brothers stick out for years. Yes we have money but it’s not exactly made in the same way as the parents of the kids who attend my school. Truthfully no one knows the reality of what my family does but they have they’re suspicions and that’s made us a target for all the sniggering and dirty looks for as long as I can remember.

“Pass me your phone” Leon says as he leans over from the front seat and holds his hand out.

I give him my phone knowing he’s about to shut off the tracking so it makes it harder for anyone to track me down and find me.

Leon is basically the male version of Kiera and that’s why I love him so much, not only is he one of the most genuine people I have ever met in my life but he’s also a fucking genius when it comes to anything to do with technology. Which is one of the reasons he managed to get a scholarship to our school.

Leon didn’t grow up like me and Kiera, he doesn’t come from a wealthy background but he does have two loving parents that have done everything they can to give him the best start in life that they could. They’re supportive and caring, and have raised Leon to be someone to cherish.

“I don’t know why you bother doing that, they’ll still find her” Charlie snorts from the driver’s seat as he starts up the engine and gets going. Now I like Charlie ish, but do I like him for Leon? Absolutely not. He has no life goals or aspirations other than partying but he’s with Leon so I have to just be a good supportive friend until he does something to hurt my friend and then I will step in.

“And what are you meant to be?” I ask Charlie, eyeing his costume. It’s pretty obvious he’s some kind of cowboy and matching with Leon but I like to irritate him and get on his nerves.

“We’re both cowboy’s” he says sarcastically, then glares at me through the rearview mirror. “I can see you came as yourself this year” He then retorts back earning him a dig in the side from Leon.

I flash him a smile as I adjust the devil horns on the top of my head and sulk back into my seat. Halloween is always my favourite night to go out. Everyone gets to hide behind a mask and let themselves loose just for one night. It’s always a wild night and tonight probably won’t be an exception to that.

As soon as we get close to the derelict warehouse where the party is being held you can already hear the music in the distance, and when we pull up the amount of people flooding inside tells me that it is in fact going to be one hell of a night to remember.

Everyone’s dressed for the event. Typically the girls are all in the sluttiest costumes they could find, which I can’t comment on because I joined them with that one. The guys are all in a range of different masks from horror movies, just the sight of them sets my heart racing.

Is it normal to be attracted to masked serial killers? Absolutely not. Do I care that it’s not normal? Also Absolutely not.

It can’t be helped and I’m not ashamed of it, everyone has their kinks and this just so happens to be one of mine.

“Well well well look who it is, Marcie Doyle New York’s very own little Mafia Princess” I hear a familiar voice call from behind me. I roll my eyes knowing exactly who it is and how this next interaction is going to go down.

Turning on my heels I’m face to face with Frankie fucking Thompson, the walking talking epitome of a wanna be thug who thinks because him and his little friends sell heroin to prostitutes it makes him some sort of force to be reckoned with. I guess if he wasn’t dipping into the supplies himself and riddled with STD’s from banging said prostitutes he might have actually stood a chance of growing and becoming something. But no Frankie Thomspon is a pathetic waste of space that chooses to target me anytime he’s in my vicinity because of who my family are.

Because they have what he wants.

An empire that controls over 50% of the drug and weapons imports into the country and that’s just the US, when it comes to the Italian side of the business that’s a completely whole different story that even I don’t quite understand the magnitude or reach of it. All I know is that my parents have managed to build an empire that hasn’t or well can’t be challenged.

And that’s exactly what Frankie wants. He’s tried to be a part of it for years, trying to worm his way in but all he could manage was becoming one of the easily replaceable foot soldiers that’s now developed a heroin addiction and is missing the majority of his teeth.

“Fuck off Frankie” I snipe through gritted teeth. All I want to do is enjoy my night before I’m inevitably tracked down and dragged back home. I don’t want to have to deal with his shit tonight.

“I see you finally have hair again” his little drug ridden friends all laugh and here it starts, the cancer jokes. They’ve always been his go to and where I could have told my brothers a long long time ago and had him dealt with. I’ve never actually considered him that much of a pain in my ass to do so. “at least there’s something to hold onto now when I shove my dick in your mouth”

“Just ignore him” Leon mutters from next to me as he tries to tug me away and initially I start to move to go with him but what Frankie says next stops me in my tracks

“I’ve always wondered if she likes being fucked by three blokes just like her whore of a mother” He sneers to his friends and it’s a big fucking mistake on his part.

Now look, I haven’t got to 18 and grown up with 3 dads not having heard a lot of comments like this for as long as I can remember, most people would think I’d be used to them by now. Or even be able to ‘just ignore them’ like Leon and Kiera have always told me to do but I can’t. Say what you want about me but not my mom, not after everything she went through, everything she’s done for me. No matter how much I try to be the bigger person it’s like all I see is red and that’s it I snap.

Just like I do now.

It all happens so fast as I practically leap at Frankie, Charlie tries to grab my arm and I can hear him shouting at me not to let him get to me but I’m fucking quick. A lot quicker than him or Frankie thanks to growing up with 3 brothers I’ve had to be. So I easily manage to slip from his grip and I’m hurtling my fist towards Frankie’s face before he can even see me coming.

It’s not my best punch and I hiss as the pain radiates through my fist because I didn’t position it properly in my rage and I know it’s going to swell as well.

“You’re going to fucking pay for that you little whore” he practically screams at me from the top of his lungs and pounces towards me but as he does a figure steps in his way acting as a wall between the two of us.

“I suggest you turn around and get the fuck out of here before they start finding pieces of you scattered across the city” The guy in front of me growls, his voice is husky and commanding. Just the sound of it sends a shiver through me. A feeling I’m not used to.

Whoever he is, he easily towers over me and his broad back completely blocks my line of sight to Frankie as he snaps back at the mysterious stranger in front of me.

“She just fucking hit me” Frankie spits out

“Touch her and they won’t give a shit if she mutilated your mother you’ll be a dead man and you fucking know it” So he knows who I am. But who is he?

I try to peer round him to see his face but all I can see are his bright green eyes and the outline of his mouth as he has a tight skeleton mask covering his whole face.

“And who the fuck are you?” Frankie asks, looking the guy up and down and to be honest I’m wondering exactly the same thing. I don’t think he works for my family but then it’s not like I’ve met everyone.

“It doesn’t matter who I am, back off or I’ll hand deliver you to her family myself” The guy replies with an air of confidence that has me believing he might actually do it.

Frankie looks at me then to the mysterious guy and back to me again. He swallows hard clearly intimidated and like the fucking pussy he is he darts off in the other direction his little junkie friends following behind him.

I turn to speak to the mystery guy but as I do he stalks off without saying a word. Would I usually care? No. Plenty of guys that work for my family have stepped in to back people off of me in the past but something about him is different he doesn’t work for my family I’m almost sure of it. And if I’m right then the question still stands who the fuck is he.

Just as I go to follow after him Kiera grabs my hand squeezing it tight as she asks “Where are you going?” She’s anxious, she hates altercations like that and I know she’ll be on edge but I have to figure out who he is otherwise it’ll bug me.

“I’ll be back in a minute just wait here” I say reassuringly and give her a faint smile before I turn on my heels and head in the direction of the mystery guy. She has Charlie and Leon with her. I know she’ll be fine.

I work my way through the crowd trying to see if I can spot him but I quickly start to think he’s completely disappeared before I catch a slight glimpse of him.

“Hey!” I call and I know he hears me as he quickly glances in my direction before he picks up the pace of his strides.

“Wait!” I shout after him but he still doesn’t stop. Why does he have to have such long fucking legs I literally have to run to try and keep up with him as he easily works his way through the crowd but somehow I manage to reach out and grab his arm.

He halts and looks down at my hand gripped around his arm and then up to my face. “How do you know who I am? How do you know my family” I breathe as I try to catch my breath from chasing after him.

I’m sure I can see his lips lift in a slight smirk even through his mask as he leans down to whisper in my ear “everyone knows who you are darling” and just as quickly as he appeared he’s gone into the crowd practically vanishing into thin air.