The Mafia Queen's Servant

VALENTINA'S POV

The moment I walked into the room, I was overcome by the repulsive scent of rotting carcasses and blood.

Despite always keeping my eyes and ears tuned to the ground, I pondered how this crucial piece of information had escaped my grasp.

It's the reason my father, Don Matteo, refers to me as the hawk.

The second in charge of the largest Mafia clan in Italy, and soon to be Donna of the Mafia, I am Valentina Rossi, your worst nightmare.

I'm sickened just thinking about it, and my stomach turns, but this is the world I was born into, and I have to deal with it or face my father's anger.

"What is the meaning of this rubbish!" The gang members all stare at the floor, frightened to look me in the eye, as soon as I enter the room, I say.

"I know I am talking to humans here so for your good, better start talking!"

When I scream in that voice that terrifies men and makes them shudder, they instantly kneel to me without any questioning.

"Mafia queen, we do not know how this happened, we just got informed..." His incomplete sentence was met with a forceful smack, and he winced as he spat blood.

What a dumb idiot.

Could you please keep track of yourself speaking? Did you hear the garbage you just said? I wonder where my father got all of you; you were fucking meant to protect the borders, you fool. We've lost forty soldiers in two months, and now you're spitting crap.

I cried out, kicking the stools that were in my way, while attempting to quiet my anxious mind.

These men don't realize how serious their errors are, and I will pay the price for their offenses.

It's well-known that Don Matteo never accepts a no, especially from someone in whom he has so great faith.

He is definitely going to kill me tonight; I'm not even sure how to begin explaining any of this.

"You have no idea how much you just hurt me. "You idiots, you go down with me if I go down, and I don't care if I kill you all myself. You know how ruthless Don can be, and yet you choose to make this mistake."

My chest was heaving up and down when I screamed in fury.

I inserted the cigarette between my middle and index fingers, lighted it, and exhaled the smoke into my lungs before puffing it out.

I repeat this process a few more times while they watch me move.

"What about the supplies, I guess they're in good condition?" I ask, hoping for a positive answer that may at least lessen my punishment for tonight, with my back to them.

"Mafia queen, we can explain..." The man that I had yelled at before, Camilo, was the official duty spokesman.

Next, start talking. We have other assignments to complete, so we don't have the entire day to ourselves," I explain, tapping my foot anxiously on the ground.

"Mafia queen... I..." He gasped audibly and stammered. I didn't have the heart to hear it, much less understand what was making this guy act like a fish that had been let out of water.

"Can you please say whatever you want to say, Camilo?" His pointless rants were slowly making me lose my senses, I muttered, downing the bottle of spirits in one rush.

"It was not intentional mafia queen, I..."

"If you say my name one more time I promise I'll rip your brains out, are you insane?" He lifts his hands in surrender as I say, aiming a revolver at his forehead.

When he eventually started, "I'm sorry, mafia queen, but I am afraid to break the sad news-the supplies were hijacked before the men were killed," the gun dropped from my hands.

This must be a joke.

"This is a game right, more like truth or dare, tell me you're joking Camillo?" I asked, secretly hoping he was dragging my legs, panic shining in my eyes and my pulse pounding wildly against my chest.

"Mafia queen, I swear we tried our best but you know the ll Cuore Nero has the strongest men in their squad, they hijacked the supplies and..."

"Save me the nonsense speech you idiot, you mean men like you hijacked and took supplies worth a hundred million dollars from you?!"

With astonishment, I asked, my eyes nearly bursting from their sockets.

"Mafia queen, we promise we'll get to the root of this, we'll pay them back in..."

"Stop blabbing you idiot, do you know what you just caused me, Damn those idiots have bitten more than they can chew and I will not rest till I see them all go down!" Before anyone notices, I say, wiping the one tear that has escaped my eyes.

"Prepare the trucks now, go and monitor things at the brothel, I need to see Don and report the current situations of things to him, I don't want him to hear it from other sources that would be the end of me,"

I say, giving my men the go-ahead, and they all scatter.

My father was extremely unpredictable; the last time I passed out from his beating, he resumed another round that was even more severe than the first. I was used to having to be strong at all times and could not afford to be weak in front of my subjects.

I can't do this anymore.

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VALENTINA'S POV

The car screeched to a stop, and I let out a long sigh, telling myself over and over to calm down-this was nothing new, this couldn't be much worse.

After the driver unlocked the passenger seat, I stepped out of the vehicle and straightened my everyday clothes, smoothing out any creases.

My signature black lipstick, black boots, a leather jacket, ripped pants made of leather, and a black shirt.

My hair was always secured in a bun, and on my happier days, I would braid it.

I take a moment to appreciate the house's façade before making my way quickly towards it with my guards following closely behind.

When I arrived at the house's entrance, fear took hold of me. My hands started to perspire, and I felt like my throat was drying up. I knew I wasn't ready to face my father, but I had to do it now or never.

When I arrive at the sitting room, it is deserted save for the loud music coming from the speakers and television. I tell my guards to wait for me while I have a quiet conversation with my father in his bedroom.

My father enjoyed huge rooms, and I think I inherited this trait from him. After climbing the stairs two at a time, I eventually reached his bedroom, which was the largest place in the house.

"Ahh, yes Don fuck me harder, yes yes!"

When I entered my father's bedroom, that's what greeted me.

I mean, I just never get accustomed to seeing my father in the nude with girls who are either too young to be his daughters or occasionally too old to be his mothers.

Don Matteo, my father, is known for his ability to fuck anything on skirts. While he occasionally does it for fun, most of the time he does it to make a point-after all, he calls himself the Don of all Dons.

What an odd title.

I start to head for the door in an attempt to get out of this awkward situation and give them a little privacy, but to my great dismay, my father's eyes meet mine before I can move. He gives me the signal to remain motionless and, yes, you guessed it, watch him fuck a less than innocent girl.

"Ah, heavenly, we would try this another time!" He continues, "I close my eyes as he puts on his clothes because I cannot afford to see my father's nudity on my list of sins," as he climbs down from the girl.

"You can open your eyes now, Valentina," he says. I can tell he's laughing, but I don't believe him, so I open one eye, look around, and then open the other one.

The scared girl looks at him bewildered as she tries to put on her clothes, but he waves his hands in her face.

She was obviously inexperienced and uninformed about how these things operated.

"You appear to be losing sight of your identity, girl-you are nothing more than a slave. Go now, show yourself before my men; I believe they would benefit from your company. You are supposed to satiate me and another male in this home until they are no longer in need of you."

I stand there watching, hoping I could do something, anything, to help the poor girl, but I can't because I already have my problems to deal with. He waves away, dismissing her.

"But I am tired, we had sex for over six hours..." My father laughs sarcastically as she speaks, and I see her tremble. I can also feel the effect of his malicious laughter, making my skin crawl.

"Are you challenging me, how dare you worthless piece of shit challenge my authority in my cabal, are you high on drugs?"

The girl makes the biggest mistake by falling on her knees, to which he laughs loudly.

I would wager my life that this woman would not survive to see the light of day because my father enjoys seeing people who are weak.

"I'm sorry Don, please forgive me, I wasn't thinking when I said those words..."

Go tell your useless parents in hell to save it, useless pig!

After two gunshots to the head, she was gone.

I watched, tears welling up in my eyes. She was healthy and hearty just a minute ago, and despite her weakness, she had dreams for the future. In short, she had everything it took to succeed in the outside world, but my father squandered her life that way.

I mean, I've seen people slaughtered, their intestines torn apart, and I've killed thousands of people, and I will kill more at my father's request, so I know I should be used to this, but...

Death has a terrible edge to it that I find inexplicable.

"Useless rat talking back at me, such nonsense, can you imagine the temerity of this slave, my baby?" He questioned in a tone that was meant to soothe me but instead made me feel more anxious.

"She deserved it Sir Matteo, no one disrespects the Don and goes scout-free, the men will do the needful Dad" .

"Haven't I told you not to call me that young lady!" I instantly apologize as he thunders.

My cold-blooded father would much rather be called the Don than the title most fathers would die for. He claims he never wanted to have children, but since I arrived at the perfect moment, he was forced to embrace me.

As I looked him in the eye and said, "Forgive my stupidity, Don, it was just a slip of the tongue, I assure you, it won't happen again," he looked at me like I was made of dirt or trash, and I felt completely useless at that point.

"You're so useless and incompetent just like that stupid mother of yours, I fucking told her I didn't want you but she didn't listen, you're so stupid, Valentina!" With a furious spit in my face, I retreated two paces.

"Now follow me into the room!"

VALENTINA'S POV

Seven minutes.

Seven good minutes since I broke the news to my dad but still he remained mute. I know he heard me, he heard every word, he was only just thinking of the proper punishment for me.

I could see the disappointment in his eyes, he wasn't expecting this. I wasn't expecting it as well but the problem with this man is that he expects me to be at different places at the same time.

Tell me, how's that even possible when I am not invisible?

"Valentina Rossi, can you please repeat what you just said?" He asked facing me, adding to my worries, he was smiling.

It would have been much better if he was angry, venting, or throwing things at me like he normally does to prove the intensity of his anger but right now, this was worse because I couldn't even fathom what he had going in that head of his.

"I said the supplies were hijacked by the black heart gang," I said gulping audibly afraid to meet his eyes.

"Look at me when you speak young lady, fine the supplies were hijacked, what did you do about it?" He asked, arms crossed against his chest expecting me to give a sensible answer but nothing was coming to my head right now.

"I... I..."

"Do not stammer when talking to me young lady, I'll ask you again for the very last time, what did you do about the hijacked supplies?"

" I... I... "

I didn't even get to complete my words before I felt the impact of his punch on my cheeks which sent me flying across the room and I landed on the tiled floor with a loud thud, it seemed my father forgot I was a woman most times.

I heard my bone crack and I needed no one to tell me I might have broken one or two bones again, I felt a bland wetness at the sides of my mouth, I checked and discovered it was blood since I could taste it in my mouth.

"Do you know what this means to me Valentina, this fucking means I just lost a million dollars, how could you be so stupid?" He asked with brows raised.

"I am sorry Don, I mobilized my men to handle the supplies, I was in Veneto, monitoring the warehouses when the report came, you know I'll never allow such a thing to happen, Don," I said spitting out blood as he looked at me with disgust evident in his eyes.

"I've condoled your stupidity over the years, Just when I decide to be proud of you for the first time in your miserable life you mess things up, your stupid mother is to be blamed for birthing you!" He yelled as the veins on his neck pooped out with aggressive force.

"I'm sorry Don, I promise I'll make things right, mark my words, you'll get your supplies back in one piece, even more, you know I always deliver..."

"How do you intend to do that?" He asked giving me his full attention now, I sincerely hope whatever I am about to say catches his attention or else I am done for good, I cough out blood before answering, my insides are on fire and I was slowly losing strength.

"The supplies leave for shipping in five days for Gauteng, if I leave tomorrow for Abu Dhabi with my men, I assure you, we will be back with the supplies in three days, " I say, sincerity in my eyes. He watches me for a few minutes before he finally speaks.

"What do I do to you if you fail?" He asks with brows raised. What could he probably do to me that's worse than this, I am still valuable in the mafia squad so he wouldn't eliminate me just like that.

"Do with me whatever you wish Don, I'm all yours" I say and he nods his head before disregarding me, not before dishing out warnings that make my insides twist.

"Listen, Valentina, you know I hate failure with passion, so in your best interest, do not fail or else your stupid mother will die for your mistakes, get out of my sight this minute!"

He yells and I didn't need to be told twice I run up the stairs to my room and allow the floodgates to pour open.

"I think it's high time, you show that man the stuff you're made of, else he'll continue treating you like thrash" I hear a voice that startles me, I turn to see my best friend Isabella with a worried look etched on her face, I run into her open embrace crying my eyes out.

"When did you arrive?" I ask wiping the tears from my eyes as she assisted in peeling my clothes off my body, they were always too tight, Dad's instructions, I can't do otherwise.

"A few hours ago Valene, but that's not important, what's important is the way your father treats you even when you hold more powers than him," She said with a deep frown as I walked into the back tub, my body ached terribly and I wince in pain.

"It's fine Isabella, I'm used to the pain..."

" Shut up Valene, you know you can never get used to the pain, you've tolerated that man for eleven years now, you need to stand up for yourself," she says and I sigh, I wish it was that easy. Don Matteo was not a man to be messed with, he wouldn't think twice before he killed me.

"He's my dad remember?" I ask with brows raised as I immerse myself deeply in the bathtub allowing the warm water to caress my skin.

"A father who spits vile words to his daughter, I am a Mafia queen too and my father respects me you go on deadlier missions than I do but..."

"Don Matteo is my master Isabella and I am his puppet"