The Mafia lord and the avengers princess

"Alexander's point of view,"

"Boss, are you sure?

Do you want to drive there by yourself?" Peter inquired with a startled expression, as he turned to face me.

"Yes, I will travel there by myself. I have already assured you that nothing bad will happen to me. After all, I am the head of such a large mafia organization; if I lack the courage to go alone like this, then who in my organization will?"

I extended out my hand and motioned for Peter to give me the keys to the car.

"However, it is not a good idea to visit that region because they killed your father there." In a hushed voice, he made another attempt to stop me.

I can understand his concern because he is my bodyguard. But I can't bring him with me.

To track down the person who killed my father and exact revenge, I must go to that location.

"Don't worry about me, Peter. Absolutely nothing bad will occur to me." By turning on the car's engine, I responded.

I was driving at a high speed on Russia's snow-covered roads. My dad's face was repeatedly spinning in front of my eyes, and his last words were ringing in my ears.

"My son, your time has come to command the Bonano gang. Don't give those monsters a chance to conquer our land."

"Please, Dad, tell me who shoot you so brutly that you're in this state." Even though I tried to control my tears, I found it impossible to control them when I held my father's bloody body in my arms.

"The Bonano gang needs you, son." After saying these words, Dad passed away. There was nothing I could do to save my father as he passed away in my arms.

The unexpectedness of my father's passing has rocked me to my very core. But I can't shatter like this; I have to maintain the commitment I made to my father at all costs.

Now It's my responsibility to maintain the Bonano Gang's strength. My father was a gangster, but he was always a peaceful person, so I will not give up looking for the person who killed him.

He bothered no one innocent, and he never meddled in other people's business. So I don't understand why somebody would kill my dad.

To satisfy the vengeful emotion that has developed in my heart, I have to find the person who killed my dad as soon as possible.

The sound of a gunshot suddenly distracted me from my thoughts. My car's side mirror revealed that four cars carrying goons were pursuing me from behind. I engaged the car's automated driving mode and retrieved the guns from the sides of my boots.

After opening the rooftop I targeted the car's front tire.

I shot the driver in the forehead with one gun and blew up the car's tire with the other. The other cars in the line of traffic crashed with each other because of this car's abrupt stop, creating a significant blast.

A balloon filled with black smoke shot upward at high speed.

It preoccupied me with dealing with the goons following me, but I'm not sure where the bastards on both sides of my car who appeared on the bike and surrounded me came from.

A guy shot at my car's back tire.

"What the fuck?"

I immediately slammed the rooftop shut and continued shooting through the passenger window.

Maybe these goons are attacking because they mistake me for some kind of regular mafia boss; these poor souls do not know that they are up against an Olympic gold medalist.

The snow surrounding it quickly turned scarlet from the blood of those attackers. Currently, all I could see around me were dead bodies. After a thorough check of each assassin's body, I could not find any clues about who had hired them to kill me.

From my phobe, I took pictures of every attacker and forwarded them to my P.A.

I was regretting gazing at my car's tire when the horn from behind me drew my attention.

I was going to fire at the driver of the car when I realized it was Peter in the seat.

"Are you okay, boss?" He approached me and gave my body a close inspection.

"Were you following me, Peter?" I inquired, my gaze fixed on my men in the car.

"Sorry, boss." He replied by scratching the back side of his neck.

I could tell by the tone of his apology that he was not at all remorseful for disobeying my instructions.

"Why did you continue to pursue me despite my protests?" In a grating tone, I inquired.

"I'm only doing my duty, boss. I have to keep you safe." Peter responded while glancing at the dead bodies lying on the road.

"Did you kill these men on your own?" His voice sounded genuinely surprised.

"No, I have a secret force that came here and killed them."

"Really? then Why didn't you inform me about this sooner?" Peter listened to me and whined.

"Come on, Peter, I was joking. Of course, I have killed all these people." Upon observing his perplexed expression, I couldn't help but giggle.

"I'm shocked by how vicious you are.

Boss,Nobody would imagine that you could be so harsh, based on your pleasant appearance." His words reminded me of the special one I've been seeking for so long.

As I recall, she frequently remarked that I was too cruel. I am completely merciless. I am a very self-centered person who only ever considers myself, but before I could clear up all of her misunderstandings, she left without saying goodbye. I don't even know if she's still alive.

No, I am certain she is still alive, and I hope to meet her someday.

"Do my words offend you, boss?" Peter inquired in a frightened tone after observing the serious look on my face.

"No, I had another thought in mind. Well, now we should leave here." I responded by inhaling deeply.

Peter warned me not to go there because of the growing darkness, and we headed in the opposite direction.

Upon arriving home after a refreshing shower, I was about to get dressed when I heard my phone ring.

"Unknown number?"

I looked at my phone's screen in amazement; after all, who could call my number from an unknown number? Other than my family and Peter, nobody else has this number as mine.

"Alexander Sergin, I have spared you today, but you will meet the same fate as your father soon. Please take advantage of my only chance to leave this country." An unknown man threatened me as soon as I answered the call.

He cut off the call before I could respond to him. The second time I tried to call that number, it was no longer in service.

I don't know who is attempting to intimidate me in this way. Whoever he is, he has never heard of the Bonano Gang's Ruthless King.

"I believe the time has come to completely inform the public about this ruthless king."

"Maria's point of view,"

"Maria, are you sure?"

"Yes, uncle, I have no other choice now."

"However, you have always detested the mafia and those who belong to it." Uncle Boris's eyes reflected a great deal of uncertainty.

"You are completely correct, but that was in my past, and now I am ready to take control of the Marco gang." My gaze remained fixed on the gun on the table in front of me as I responded.

"Maria, you know that once you step into this world, it will be impossible for you to escape it again." Uncle Boris' voice sounded very much like a warning.

"I have decided, and I have no interest in continuing this discussion any further. Instead of challenging my decision, I would appreciate your help in learning the duties of a mafia boss."

I grabbed the gun off the table and tucked it away in my slacks.

"Miss Blanco, as you wish." I could hear the disappointment in Uncle Boris's voice as I explained that, despite treating him like a father and seeking his counsel before making major life choices, I had decided not to take his advice this time.

"Now can we go there?" I asked, hiding my eyes behind dark sunglasses.

He nodded his head in agreement and motioned for the driver to start the car.

We arrived close to a building constructed in a barren area after a roughly 30-minute journey. I sat in the car and watched that building closely. They positioned twenty armed men in black suits at the building's four corners.

There were security cameras and armed guards keeping eyes on this building like an eagle.

I flung open the car door and strode briskly over to the building's front gate.

"Miss, you can not enter." At the gate, a man with a gun attempted to use his hands to stop me.

"Why?" I questioned while removing my sunglasses and giving the man a full once-over.

"We forbid women to enter this building." Coming out of the building, a man answered in a grave tone. Immediately, I stopped staring at the gunman in front of me and started concentrating on another person. His features-6 feet tall with a muscular build and dark brown eyes-and the serious expression on his face gave him a demonic appearance.

"Allow Miss Blanco to enter, Igor." Uncle Boris motioned the man in front of me to move out of my way before I spoke to the devil-looking man.

Only a few specific areas were barely illuminated, and the interior of the structure was extremely gloomy. There were armed guards posted everywhere, including inside the building.

"This way, Miss Blanco." I followed Uncle Boris's direction and entered a gloomy chamber.

Igor was following Uncle Boris and me like a shadow. A small doorway within the chamber led into an adjacent space. Again, armed soldiers were stationed at every turn.

Everyone in this room was staring at me with astonishment. People's eyes were wide with curiosity as they saw me enter the building, but once they saw Uncle Boris with me, nobody dared ask me questions, and as they saw Igor following close behind, their wonder turned to fear.

"Is he the same person?" Looking at the man seated in the chair in front of me, I questioned Uncle Boris.

"Yes." Uncle Boris shook his head as he stared at me.

I concentrated on the man who was chained to the chair in front of me. Blue bruises covered his face, and blood dripped from his mouth. He could only see with one eye because of severe swelling in one of his eyes. It covered his white clothing in blood stains.

"Did this man provide any details?" I inquired while once more glancing at Uncle Boris.

"No, despite our best efforts, this man has steadfastly refused to provide us with any information." Uncle Boris was asking me about my next move based on the way he was expressing himself.

"OK, I know how this guy is going to give me information, Igor. Can you bring me the pliers?" After listening to me, he nodded and withdrew the pliers from his jacket's side pocket, and handed them to me.

I wanted to know if he always has pliers on him. And if so, why? But for the time being, I must concentrate on my work rather than Igor.

I drew one hand from the chair-tied man's and set it down in front of me on the table.

"Whatever strategy you use, I will never open my mouth." With one of his half-opened eyes, the man sent a contemptuous glance my way.

"As you wish."

The man yelled out in anguish as soon as I used pliers to remove the nail from his right hand's tiniest finger. The entire room echoed with his scream. Before he had time to get used to the discomfort, I also removed the nail from his ring finger. His screams grew louder than before.

His screams were so loud that the gunman standing outside the room couldn't help but leave his position and enter the room.

I looked at his face and attempted to decipher his thoughts. I could tell that the initial contempt he felt upon seeing me had given way to a growing sense of terror. His fingers had gushed blood, covering the entire tabletop.

The other hand of the man was bound to his body, so I freed it and set it down on the table. Again, that man and everyone else in the room were terrified of what I would do next. I instantly used pliers to remove the nail from the tiniest finger on his other hand.

"Will you continue to keep your mouth closed?" I asked as I pressed his finger into the pliers.

"I have done nothing; just get me out of here." That man begged in front of me.

"It implies that you won't speak as easily." With a furious tone, I inquired.

"I beg you, let me go." That man's eyes were filled with tears. I disregarded his request and swiftly removed the man's right hand's middle finger and first finger's nails.

"Have mercy on me, please. I have no information." To protect his hand from my agony, he attempted to push his chair toward the wall.

"Mercy?

My dictionary does not contain the term "mercy," therefore you had better be telling the truth."

He was about to slide against the wall when I reached for the chair's handle and stopped him.

"How many times have I stated that I know nothing?" That man's eyes radiated with annoyance.

"Do you think I'm an idiot? If you don't want me to torture you by sprinkling salt on your skinless body every day, you'd better tell me straight. Where did you get a rare pistol like the "Wilson Combat"?" I asked, while firmly touching the wounds on his chest.

"This is my gun, as I've informed your men many times."

"All right," I grabbed the pliers off the table and, without disputing, removed the nails from his remaining fingers as well.

"Hold on; I'll tell you."

He yelled in a loud voice just as I was going to remove his thumb's nail.

"The Bonano gang's boss provided this pistol to me." Just as he finished, that man passed out from the pain.

"Alexander's point of view,"

"What have you been looking for here for so long, boss?" Peter enquired as he walked into my dad's office.

"Thank God you're here, Peter; it's nice to have you. I've been seeking Dad's favorite Wilson Combat Pistol for a very long time, but I can't seem to find it." I cast a hopeful glance at Peter.

"Sorry boss, I have no awareness of that pistol because, like you, Mr. Sergin did not divulge his private information." He replied after taking a deep breath and looking at my dad's empty chair.

"No problem, Peter, tell me that; after all, what crucial help of mine did you require that you traveled all the way here to find me?" Even though I know Peter grieves for my dad, the same way I do, I don't want him to feel as shattered as I do.

"Boss, the mafia union's chairperson, congratulated you on taking charge of the Bonano gang and has arranged a party for you this evening." I couldn't help but smile when I overheard the unexpected excitement in his voice. My eyes were attempting to comprehend how there could be such a tender heart inside of such a terrifying body as I stared at Peter's lengthy frame.

"Why are you staring at me like that, boss?

Did I forget to zip my pants?

Did I put on the wrong socks?

Did I forget to clean my face?" He asked, staring down at his entire body with a bewildered expression.

"Peter, Do you know how funny you are?" Despite my best efforts to restrain myself, I couldn't help but giggle when I noticed the bewildered look on his face.

"Boss, your smile makes you even more handsome." His glowing eyes made it obvious that it overjoyed him to see me smiling at the moment.

"Alex, why do you smile at me in the middle of our conversation? Do you consider me to be a joker?"

Why Peter's remarks keep bringing her back to mind these days, I do not know.

I want that crazy girl to know that I did not laugh at her words, but thought she was the sweetest girl ever and could not help but smile at her every time I saw her. I hope for a miracle that she appears before me so I can confess my feelings to her.

"Are you okay, boss?"I was once more jolted out of my memories by Peter's voice.

"Of course, be prepared to attend the party tonight." I responded, keeping a serious demeanor.

"Ok, boss," Peter left my father's office and left me there by myself.

"Boss, here's a gift for you." My P.A., Jacob said while handing over a gift pack.

"Gift?" I inquired while raising an eyebrow and examining the gift package.

"Yes, a lot of business people and mafia ties have conveyed their congratulations on your elevation to the position of Bonano gang leader."He handed me a note that he had pulled out of his pocket.

"What makes this gift so exceptional that you want me to open it myself, Jacob? You might have checked it like other gifts." Looking at the letter I had in my hand, I questioned.

"Boss, I thought you should open this gift because your girlfriend sent it."

"Girlfriend?" I opened the letter right away and began reading it.

"Dear coward,

Head of the Bonano gang,

you do not know what a huge mistake you have made by crossing my path; now you count the days to your doom, and the moment has come.

To feed you the fruits of your evil deeds. I hope the present pleased you. And a lot of hatred.

Your enemy

Avenger Princess."

I opened the gift box after folding the letter and putting it in my pocket.

"What the hell is this?" It surprised me to discover 10 blood-stained nails inside the box as soon as I opened it.

"Boss, wasn't this a gift from your girlfriend?" As he stared at the box that was lying on the ground, Jacob asked in a horrified tone.

"No, Let me clarify I don't have a girlfriend for your knowledge."I tightened my fists to contain my rage.

"In that case, who would dare make such a terrible joke?" He retrieved his phone from his pocket and dialed the security code.

"Jacob, calm down, you don't need to alert security. I'll look into this on my own. Do you understand you won't tell anyone what happened here?" I collected the nails that were lying around the floor and put them back into the box.

"But Boss."

"Do I have to repeat my point?" I shot Jacob a stern look.

"Sorry, boss."

"Ok, no issue, but don't bother me with contradictory questions again." I continued to maintain a serious expression on my face as I spoke.

"Now So, did you gain any information regarding the goons whose image I sent you yesterday?"

"Yes, Boss, our gang has learned about those goons; they weren't professional killers, but guys who lived off of small-time thefts." Jacob stated he was showing me all the details about the thugs on his iPad.

"Hmm... It implies that someone is merely trying to frighten me and prevent me from visiting that place. Who the hell could it be that doesn't want me to find my dad's killer?" I said, pressing my forehead firmly.

"Your personal information remains only and only with your close people, boss, I think.....," I understand what he is trying to convey to me, but he stops short of finishing it out of fear.

It implies that I am being betrayed by one of my own, but who? Why else? I need to track down that guy as quickly as possible; perhaps the murderer of my dad is nearby.

"Don't worry, Boss; I've increased the security around you and warned all the gunmen that no one can meet you without your permission. I'll accompany Peter with another bodyguard for you."

"No, you don't need to do anything like that because I can defend myself. Now pay attention to your work." I gave him the go-ahead to exit.

I don't know why someone would hate me so much; I only recently returned to Russia, so who is this Avenger Princess who hates me so much for no apparent reason?

But I truly appreciated how she presented the gift.

My fictitious girlfriend,Whoever she is, if she wanted to hate me for no reason, she could have, but she should not have called herself my girlfriend. She erred by doing this. Her one untruth set off the buried hurt I was carrying.

"I must now quickly learn more about this girl who is so keen on becoming my girlfriend." As I slid the gift box and note into my desk's side drawer, I muttered to myself.