My Desire for the Mafia King

Anabelle Alfonso

They say a woman is powerful when she knows exactly what she wants. In this case, I knew exactly what I wanted and I was going to make sure I got it. They made me into a deadly weapon, taught me how to kill and I would use it to kill them.

I looked at my computer to make sure my coordinates matched up with the club I was heading to tonight. The red dots blinked twice, indicating that the shipments had just left the warehouse and were now heading to the club. I went through the plan in my head again, tracker, in, truck, out. Then I'd have a pinned location on my target.

Well, hopefully, if he hadn't caught on already.

I would do far worse than torture that asshole once I got my hands on him. I'd make him hurt in every way possible and take his organization down with him. I was so close to making him pay now after all these years.

I took the straightener through the last strand of my dark curly hair that fell a little past my hips, checking my makeup in the mirror again. I slipped my black heels on, grabbing my black clutch purse and black trench coat before I grabbed the strap that held my gun and knives, clipping it onto my thigh. I had decided on a black dress with a slit going up the side for tonight. The first step I took out of the room I stopped at the picture frame I had sitting on my side table. It was the only picture I had of my family. I stared at my beautiful mother's smile and the way she hugged my three brothers and me. With love.

A fire started to spread throughout my body, making me clench my purse tightly. My nails were digging into the thick fabric, making the desire to end the life of the person who took everything away from me even stronger than before.

With one last glance at the picture, I walked out of the door and made my way down the hallway of my apartment building in New York. I lived on the highest floor because I liked having a view of the whole city. It made me feel like I could see everything.

A couple walked past me in the hallway, the girl not making any eye contact with me as her boyfriend checked me out, winking. I rolled my eyes.

Asshole.

My heels clicked against the marble floor as I stepped out of the elevator and into the luxurious lobby of my apartment.

"Hello Miss Alfonso, you look lovely tonight," Jona, the apartment's doorman, greeted me with a smile like he always does. He was retired from the military. He stood there all day greeting people in and out but still managed to put a smile on my face every time I walked out of the elevator.

If he only knew the trouble that I got into, he wouldn't be talking to me.

"Hi Jona, thank you," I greeted him back with a smile.

"Heading off to another fancy club? Who's the lucky gentleman tonight?" he asked. I've told him from time to time that I go out to clubs to have fun and he believes me, I mean, I am twenty-two.

What fun is it to sit in your apartment all day?

I wouldn't say what I do is fun, but typically, when I'm dressed nice and heading out late, he knows I'm going out to a club or elsewhere so he doesn't ask much.

"Yeah, something like that and I don't belong to anyone cuz I don't think anyone could handle me," I answered him and he laughed at my statement. I waved goodbye to him as I headed out the door. The cold air stuck to my skin making me shiver as the wind blew through my hair.

I made my way to my Mercedes, quickly getting in and starting the car to head to my restaurant first before going to the club so I could get the tracker from James.

Almost ten minutes later, I opened the door to my restaurant and the smell of carne asada filled the area. This restaurant was owned by my father but now it was mine. I made some- well a lot of changes to it, which was very fucking expensive, but I made good money off of it anyway so it evened out.

Chandeliers hung over every table and reflected off of them to the marble floors and the paintings that hung on the matching marble walls.

I spotted James, my best friend, at the register looking bored out of his mind until he spotted me, a smile growing on his face as I walked over to him.

"Where are you going looking that hot without me?" he asked even though he knew where I was going.

He leaned over the counter, his dirty blonde hair falling into his face causing him to push the mess back with his hand. I wouldn't lie and say that James was unattractive, because it was obvious to see that he was far from it, but we were strictly just best friends. Nothing had ever happened between us and we both knew that nothing ever would.

"Nowhere important," I muttered, rolling my eyes playfully at him as I went behind the counter.

"Do you have the tracker ready for me?'' I asked him.

James was a pro at computers and anything related to them, but he was a good fighter too. I met him when I was a teenager while I was still living with the Russians. He's been working for me here and helping me with other things. He's also the only one who knows what happened.

"I do," he said sternly, still standing there and not moving to get me what I needed. I grew aggravated at him and he fucking knew it. He just loved to piss me off knowing I wouldn't kill him.

"Okay, well move your ass and get it for me before I fire you," I said, and he just tilted his head, smiling at me. I hardened my glare at him and he dropped his smile, finally starting to move. He came back a second later handing me the tracker I needed.

"Thank you," I mumbled softly. "Did I ever tell you that you're the sweetest, James?" I asked, kind of feeling bad that I was giving him attitude.

"What are friends for?" he muttered, walking away while grabbing menus for the group of people that walked in.

"Be careful please," he told me while walking backwards. I rolled my eyes at him. He knows I can protect myself. I've been doing it my whole life.

I walked out of the restaurant and back to my Mercedes, starting it and heading to the club.

I decided to park a block away when I finally arrived, not too close and not too far, in case I needed to get out of there fast. The block was filled with people from the club, most of them drunk already. I took my trench coat off and decided to leave my purse, only taking the tracking device and sticking it in my bra.

Once I made it inside, it automatically smelled like cannabis and sweat. The music played loud enough that I could feel it in my chest.