SHE WANTS HER REVENGE

In one quick movement, the silver blade slashes against the tan skin of my Mother's neck. Red crimson exploding from the deep cut. Blood on the tiled floor. Blood dripping down her body. Her blood on my face. A pit in my stomach is formed and only grows deeper by the second.

"Emilia Morales you are the reason I had to kill your Mother", the deep voice laughs out, almost comical. "You made me do it".

The tears stream down my face and I fight against the two strong men holding me down. I look down to the lifeless body of my mother and feel my heart crush into a million pieces. I can't stand to look at the sight anymore without being sick. I divert my attention to the tall man standing above me. This man had a wide smile plastered on his face and it made me feel sick to the stomach.

A new sensation rushing through my veins, making me feel like I'm on fire. Complete and utter rage.

"You are a monster!", I yell at him.

His hand connects with my face hard. The sound of his assault echos through the room and I feel the stinging of my cheek.

"Don't you get it?!", he yells at me. "You child are the reason I had to kill her! You have disrespected me long enough and I am sick of it! I have no use for you in this family, you don't deserve to be in it either!".

Another tear escapes my eye as I stare into his brown eyes. My heart begins to break even more as I listen to his words. They are the constant melody on my life, he made it my mantra. The more I hear them, the more I believe them. He pulls out his gun and puts it to my head.

"Cualquier última palabra hija"(Any last words daughter), he says.

"Vete al infierno gilipollas"(Go to hell asshole), I reply back putting on my bravest voice possible, masking all of the emotions I'm feeling.

Secretly I'm praying that he just kills me already. There is nothing left for me here. I don't want to be here anymore.

He shoots me once in the shoulder, then twice in the stomach. I cry out in pain and I feel body fall down. I can't fully fall due to still being held up by his men. I hear him laugh and order his men to let me go. As they do I collapse onto the cold tiles, my own blood mixing with my Mother's, you can't tell what blood is coming from what body, the crimson mixing together all too sickeningly well. They leave the room and he turns to follow. I muster up every last little bit of strength I have left and yell out to him.

"Why are you doing this?! You are meant to be my father!", I scream out in pain. "Why do you hate me so much?! I never did anything wrong, I always did whatever you wanted!".

I need to know why. Why did he torture me everyday of my life?

He laughs in my face. "Stop with the pity party", he replies. "You deserve everything that has happened to you! If anything I am being merciful killing you now rather than selling you off to some man".

He walks out of the room and I drag my limp body over to my mothers. The pain is overwhelming but I push it back. I grip her hands and more tears leave my body. I can taste their saltiness on my lips. My eyes are heavy and I fight with all my might to keep them open.

"Lo siento mucho madre" (I'm so sorry mother), I cry. "No fui lo suficientemente fuerte, no pude protegernos" (I was not strong enough, I couldn't protect us).

I feel the darkness start to become all that more alluring and I slowly close my eyes. Just as I'm about to accept my fate, I feel my body be lifted up and a voice tell me to just hold a bit longer. I don't recognise the voice but I can tell that it has a strong accent. The next thing I know I completely lose conciseness.

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I'm awoken by a bright light shinning in my eyes. I open my eyes up slowly and I go to sit up. Before I can finish the task I feel a sharp pain in my stomach and I stop immediately. I look around the unfamiliar and try to work out where I am.

"You're awake", the same voice from last night says.

I look over to the noise and see a tall man with brown hair with grey streaks. I try to make out the strong accent but I can't figure it out. I open my mouth to speak but before I can say anything he interrupts me.

"My name is Dimitri Volkov", he begins. "I am the leader of the Russian Mafia, there is no need to be afraid though. I want to help you. I took you from your house and got my doctors to treat you. I'm so sorry about you Mother".

I remember the memories from last night and I feel a tear trickle down my face, tortuously slow. Flashes of my dead mother invade my vision and I shake my head in attempt to get rid of them.

"I have a proposition for you", Dimitri says. "I will train you along side my son who is around your age I assume. I will help you avenge your mother, all I ask in return is that you help me take his Mafia".

I take in his words. I am shocked to start with but then a new feeling rushes through my veins. I can't even describe it.

"Okay", I say confidently.

"Great", he replies with a big smile. "I'm sorry that you had to go through all of that, no one deserves that".

He leaves the room and I look up to the roof. I deicide right there that I will not allow anyone else to push me around and I will rise. I also make a promise to myself that I will murder my father in the most painful and torturous ways possible.

6 years later......

I punch into the hard bag taking all of my anger out on it. Flashes of his murderous grin cloud my vision and I'm put into a trance. I hate thinking back to the 16 year old me. I have changed a lot since then. I am no longer that weak little girl who gets pushed around. Now at 23 years old I have created a name for myself, daga ensangrentada, the bloody dagger. I am one of the most dangerous assassins in the world, you tell me a name and a price and they are dead.

For the last 6 years my father has believed that on that horrific night I too died along side my mother. Instead I have been in Russian helping Dimitri and Nikolai run the Russian Mafia. Of course I had to also take on a new identity too. I changed my name to Viola Hart and not a single person has ever thought that I was daughter to the leader of the Italian Mafia. With a new identity means new appearance. My once blonde hair is now black and my once tan complexion has become increasingly more pale from the Russian environment.

I'm drawn out of my thoughts and bring my attention back to my punches. I continue my assault on the bag till I feel it go limp. I look down to see a hole ripped into where I was punching and sand flowing out of it on to the floor, specks on blood everywhere. I then feel a pair of eyes on me and I turn around to see Nikolai.

"Impressive Vi", he says. "Dad wants to see us in his office".

I nod and walk up to him. We walk out of the gym down the hallway. Over the years Nikolai has become like a brother to me. Sometimes being around him makes me miss my own biological brother, then the memories come back to me. How never did anything. How our father's fury was always directed towards me, simply because I was born with a vagina. How he never cam looking for me. I still see him sometimes at the various events we attend as the Russian Mafia, but he doesn't even spare me a glance most of the time. I knew that I would not take over the Russian Mafia and I was okay with that. As long as I know that I will have their support I am happy with my position. I thought of the Volkov family as my own after Dimitri recused me. I knew that if I decided to leave Russia permanently and take the world on for myself that I would be fine. Many knew and feared me across the globe.

"So what pissed you off so much?", Nikolai asked.

"The usual", I reply and he nods.

Not many knew about my past, Nikolai and Dimitri were the exception. We finally arrive at Dimitri's office and we push the heavy doors open.

"Viola, Nikolai please sit down", the old man greets.

"What do you need dad?", Nikolai asks quickly.

"Well I have a mission for you both", Dimitri begins. "I think it is finally time that we finally take over the Spanish".

I immediately understand what he means and a smile is brought to my face. For the past 6 years I have fantasied of each way I would torture my father to death and how I would take what is mine.

"I have been waiting for this for way too long", I say chuckling slightly.