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•Neera•

"Tell me where the fuck is she!" With the knife in my hand, I slash the guy's face from temple to jaw.

"Stop. Please." The guy begs.

"What is my name?" I ask the tied man in front of me.

"No." He says with fear.

"I asked, what is my fucking name?" My loud voice bounces on the walls of the dark room.

"Death, your name is Death. Please, stop."

"Fucking pussy, you pissed yourself, you know who I am, you know you won't get out of here alive. But you can choose if you die slowly and painfully or fast with a bullet, what's going to be?" I ask, I take my gun from the holster in my thigh.

"They are keeping her in Arran Drove, 256. Just shot me please."

Pathetic.

"No."

"Wha- But you sa- Ahh." He said but was interrupted by my torturer. I turn my back on him and walk away.

Oh, you want to know what is happening?

Who I am?

My name is Neera, I'm twenty-six years old, and I'm the boss of one of the strongest criminal organizations in the world. The ones that work for me call me boss, but most people call me Death.

"Neera."

And there is my second in command, he's the closest to me and he calls me by my name.

"Liam, search that address, I want to go in now."

"You are covered in blood."

"I don't fucking care, I leave in an hour with or without details." I said and sit in my chair in the office, I open the first drawer and take one cigarette from the pack, lit it up, and take a drag.

Nicotine calms me.

Nasty habit, but it is what it is.

"We will get her back, Neera."

"We better or I will fucking turn this world upside down." I said.

Who am I talking about?

My sister.

Little sister.

She's fourteen and two days ago she was kidnapped from her school, fucking incompetent people gave her to them. 'She said it was her aunt' the teacher said. I paid a ton of money to this private school. Well, now she can't say shit, she's dead.

I killed her.

I'm a very simple and nice person, but I do have some rules.

1: Mess with my family, you die.

2: Mess with me, you die.

3: Mess with my organization, you die.

4: Mess with my cigarettes, you die.

5: Mess with my heels, you fucking die.

Simple right?

Some people find it hard to follow five fucking simple rules, this wannabe mafia that took my sister is one of them, I will find them all and fucking skin them alive.

"I got it. Let's go. I call the others on our way there." Liam said. I get up, take two more Kimber Rapid from another draw, strap them to my thighs, and walk out to the car.

"Details." I say. I put on my seatbelt, turn the GPS, and start the drive.

"One bedroom house, with basement, the street camera shows 2 black SUVs and a white van parked in front. That's all I got. Twenty are coming with us, and I have ten on stand by. " He says, I give him a nod and press harder on the accelerator.

I guess she will need to be homeschooled now. There's no chance in hell I will let her go to school anytime soon. At least until I find all of this gang or mafia, whatever the fuck they are or want to be.

And kill them all.

Ruthless, cold, and merciless.

Ice queen.

Death.

That's how they call me and that's how they describe me, and let me tell you they are fucking right. I went through a lot of shit growing up, my patience is very, very but very limited.

Ivy, my sister is the only one I truly care about. Okay, I may or may not have a soft spot for Liam too, but only because he's been with me since the beginning.

Fuck, the beginning.

I don't even know how I ended up here. I remember living in the shitiest house on the planet, my mother was always high on something, I always had to take care of myself. My dad? Who the fuck knows who he is.

But then my mother got pregnant, she gave her body to pay for the drugs and that's how it happened. I only knew when she went into labor, after Ivy's birth, our mother stayed one week clean.

I wonder every day, how my little sister has no health issues.

For a moment I thought, maybe she will get her head straight now.

How fucking wrong I was, I knew that she would never take care of her responsibilities. I needed to step up, I was twelve fucking years old what could l do? Well, the bad people in the neighborhood thought that I looked very innocent and no one would search for drugs on me.

And that was my first job, carrying all kinds of drugs from one side to the other of the town, money started coming in and I did my best to take care of a baby by myself.

One job led to another, I started to learn how to fight, at thirteen I killed for the first time, I learned how to shoot and before my fifteen birthday, I was carrying a gun wherever I went.

I turned into a bad-fucking-ass.

Am I bragging? Fucking right I am, I'm not ashamed of what I did, I don't regret anything, I paid the bills, had a roof over my head and food on the table. The blood I shed wasn't innocent.

When I was seventeen I saw a bruised guy on the side of the road, that's how I met Liam, I taught him some things and we stayed together, we made a name for ourselves. People started to recognize us and fear us, boys and girls asked to join us.

Join what exactly?

I didn't know, one thing led to another and now here we are, my own business, I don't work for anyone, they work for me. No regrets.

"We are here." I say, parking the car, and getting out.

"How do you want to do this?" Liam asks.

"There's no one outside. Leave two or three to interrogation, kill everyone else." I say, I take my guns from the straps, check the ammunition, and walk in the house direction.

I could hear Liam giving orders and then they started surrounding the house. I walk to the door, look back at Liam, he gives me a nod and I kick the door open.

There is four guys in the room, they get up quickly and go for their guns. I pull the trigger and one of them falls to the floor with a hole between the eyes.

"Don't even bother. How many are in here?" I ask. No one answers, I pull the trigger again and the bullet flies to the shoulder of a guy.

"No more, fuck, it's just us." The guy says on his knees putting pressure on the wound.

Fucking pussy.

"Liam, you know what to do."

"Yes, boss." He says, he take cable ties from his pocket and goes to tie them with some of our men.

We were in a living room, I start to check the house, the small kitchen is empty, the bathroom smells like piss and shit is empty too. The room in the back had two beds but it was empty.

Of course these motherfuckers would put her in the basement.

I go to the door next to the kitchen, it has a lock in it, like it could stop me, I aim the gun and fire, I kick the door open and go down the stairs.

"Ivy?" I call out.

"I'm here." I hear her say, I run to the corner of the basement and there she is with a chain in her ankle.

"Are you okay? Did they touch you?" I ask.

"No, I'm fine, they put me to sleep with a smelly rag, didn't feed me and I smell fucking bad." She whines.

"Language, Ivy. Get me some keys. " I order one of my men.

Fuck, I need to learn some names. I'm not trying to be a bitch to them it's just there are so many of them.

"Fabian, his name is Fabian. What took you so long?" Ivy says. She knows them all.

"Really Ivy?" This girl and her attitude.

"Two days, Neera. I've been here for two days, I didn't eat or washed for two days."

"Oh, I'm sorry madam, but I took a two days vacation from you, and only decided to get you back today."

"Next time, wait longer." She says sarcastically.

"You little piece of shit." I say and pull her to a hug.

"Ma?" She says, now sounding serious.

"What?" I asked, Ivy knows that I'm not her real mother but she calls me 'ma' anyway. I don't mind because I see her as a daughter.

"We need to help him."

"Who?" I ask, she pulls back from the hug and points to a boy in the other corner.

Well, shit.

It was so dark I could barely see him.

"Here, boss." I take the keys from the guard, Fabian, and take the chain from Ivy's ankle, she gets up and walks to the boy, he has with his head against his knees.

"Hey, my mom came for me as I said, she can help you." She says and touchs the boy's shoulder, his head shots up and he looks at me. I walk to him and start to take the chains off of him.

"What's your name? How old are you?" I ask.

"Damon, I'm ten. Can you take me to my brothers?"

"Let's take you two to a doctor first, put some food in you, and then I'll search for your brothers okay?" He gives me a nod and I help him get up, with one kid in my left hand and the other on my right, we go up the stairs.

"Uncle Liam!" Ivy shouts and runs to him when she sees him, he goes on his knees on the floor and opens his arms, hugging her tight.

"Who's this?" Liam asks, looking at Damon.

"His name is Damon, he was kidnapped too, ma will help him go home to his brothers."

"Hi, Damon, I'm Liam. Can you tell me your brothers names?"

"Adonis and Atlas."

"Do you know the last name?" I asks.

"Langston." Damon says, Liam gets up from the floor and looks at me.

Well, fuck me.

And the first chapter is out!

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