Queen of the Underworld

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A/N: So here's a little side note.

This chapter is going to have a lot going on. So read carefully.

If the text looks like this, it's a flashback.

If it looks like this, it's the present.

Have fun! Happy reading! ❤🦄

"You're father will be here soon, Anastasia. Stay still, and clean your hands for God's sake." Principal Harper was always rude to her. She never understood why. Anastasia never did anything, she was always nice. Why was the principal against her?

"Anastasia! Anastasia!" Elijah yelled, dropping to his feet beside the girl he was sworn to protect. He didn't think twice before dropping his gun and placing his hands over the bleeding wound. He was worried and not because his boss would kill him for letting his daughter in danger, but for the girl. He cares for the spitfire in front of him, and he couldn't bear it if she didn't make it out of this.

Anastasia looked at the blood on her hands. She had punched a classmate in the face. He said mean things to her friend, so she gave him what he deserved. The only problem was that her dad would be here soon, and he would be pissed. She didn't like it when he was pissed.

"Hold on, baby. Please hold on." Aurora couldn't stop crying. Her only daughter, who she only got back a few months ago, had two bullet wounds that were pouring blood. Her hands were stained with her baby's blood and her heart couldn't seem to stop pounding into her chest.

"What happened?" Anastasia recognized that voice immediately. Her father had arrived. And he was angry. He walked over to the principal and began talking, his charming tone enough to fool anyone. When the principal turned around, his eyes met hers and she shuddered. This wouldn't end well for Anastasia Rios.

The car was going twenty over the speed limit, racing to get to the hospital before the girl bleed out. Armando was driving expertly dodging everyone left and right. Elijah was screaming for Aurora to call her husband. He needed to know his daughter was dying. That she was bleeding out and there was still six minutes to get to the hospital.

"You hit a boy? What the hell is wrong with you?" Michael grabbed little eleven year old Anastasia by the arm and dragged her to the cab. He shoved her inside, not caring that he had left his imprint on her bicep, red as the blood on her hands.

Lorenzo was training with the boys, Mateo and Nicolas. Gabriel had gotten a notification on one of his alert programs he created to give him updates on any crimes similar to Mussolini's. One of the men barged into the room, a phone in his hands. "Boss! Elijah's on the phone! He says Anastasia's been shot!"

The cab ride was her salvation. He wouldn't do anything inside a cab. But the haven soon came crashing down. Eventually, they got off and he dragged her inside their small apartment. The second the door closed, he didn't hesitate, he sent a slap across her face, making her fall to the ground.

"Armando, drive faster!" Aurora couldn't tear her eyes off her little girl. She had gone pale and sweaty; her baby pink shirt was crimson and thick with her own blood. Her head was limping from side to side and her mouth muttering inaudible things. Aurora was used to the life of her husband. She loved him enough to accept and embrace it; to not fear it. It had been a long time since Aurora felt fear, and this was certainly what it felt like.

"How many times have I told you not to get yourself in trouble, huh?" He grabbed her by her bruised arm and pulled her upright. When she was close enough, he delivered another blow. This one split her lip and blood trickled slowly. "I'm sick of cleaning up after your messes, you insolent child!"