Home sweet home? I envy whoever the fuck says that whenever they home. I could never say the same; mafia bosses, abusive fucks that made me hate the day I was born in. They live to show their dominance— Which they can show in anyone else’s presence but why not on their daughter?

My mom is an elegant woman. All soft laughs, expensive taste, spoiled life, with luxury people can only dream of. She wanted to make me a carbon copy of her— But I was defiant, that’s what they hated the most.

My dad? A brutal fuck that never knew when to stop. Even if it’s his daughter; infact, that’s when it gets worse. He brutalizes me and trains me to be his assassin.

18 year old girl by the way.

Which is why I know how to use a gun, a knife, know how to kill and torture. Me knowing this at the age of eighteen is already brutal enough.

Then there’s James Carlton.

A twenty-five year old mafia boss, his father was my father’s biggest rival. The hate they had for each other was insane. Years and years of hatred, and James was an assassin to his father at that time.

Brutal, calculated, cold and ruthless. No one ever doubted him and that’s why even my father fears him; A new leader. A young, capable one.

Which I knew him, couldn’t stand him, ever. Nearly killed him twice but he’s a lucky bastard.

But I’m here for a good deal.

I’m about to ask a mafia boss to marry me; not just a mafia boss, but the most feared one in country. A one who’s somehow a playboy and a heartbreaker.

I showed up at his mansion; uninvited.

Knocked a few of his men out on the way in and walked right where he was in his office.

“You’re bold as fuck to show up here, sweetheart.” He spoke, his eyes never lifting from his papers. His tone cold, harsh— Calculated.

“I’m here to make a deal, Carlton.” I replied, leaning against the wall with practiced ease.

“And what may that be?” He asked, his eyes finally lifting to stare into mine and I was trapped in his grey, stormy eyes.

“Marry me. You come to my parents, you tell them it’s for an alliance, you ask me to be your wife. And I’ll give you something in return.” I spoke, my tone calm despite giving me handing myself to the devil.

“Oh?” He smirked, dark and devilish. Getting up from his chair and standing in his full glory. Tall, broad and filled with muscles on muscles. “And what do I get in return?”

“Me. You know what I’m capable of. I’ll work for you and be your personal assassin.”

I spoke with confidence, I know my capabilities. I nearly killed him twice so that’s more than enough.

I’m giving my life over to the devil, just so I can escape the shithole of my family trapping me in a life I don’t want; at least here I’ll have my freedom.