Sold to the man in black

1. something is wrong

Hi so side note! This is my first book so i'm nervous but excited to see how it goes!! Up above is kinda how I picture Makayla to look! I can leave Noah up to your imagination but if you would like I can try to find someone I would feel fitting! I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1

The feel of the cold metal between my hands has become so therapeutic to me over the past few years. I adjust my grip and hold the gun out and point it at the target. As soon as I know my aim is perfect I pull the trigger and I feel instant relief. The bullet pierced the target directly in the head. I never miss. My father began teaching me how to shoot and fight when I was seven. He trained me to be prepared and back then I didn't know what for but once I turned 15 my father opened up to me and showed me what he truly did for a living. He lead one of the most notorious mafias in the world. There were few more dangerous than his but he was always prepared for anything. He started to teach me small lessons that made sense as soon as he allowed me to be apart of the mafia world. I am now 20 and work with my father.

He sends me out to check on deliveries and shipments. He also sends me out to take care of people who don't pay him back or try to betray us. When you come into the mafia you swear your loyalty to the don and you respect him and obey until the day you die. The don will help you in any way he can until you betray him. Then we will see to it that you are killed. If you screw up really bad then we bring you down to the chambers and see to it that you are slowly tortured until we kill you. We want you to suffer.

Many people don't know I even exist. My father uses that to his advantage and I talk up other mafias and sometimes gang members to get information before I kill them and disappear. I then tell my father the the information and call it a day.

Today he sent me out to an old warehouse to check on the shipment of guns we were supposed to be receiving today. Everything was running smoothly so it didn't take very long to report back to father.

When I first started work for my father I was nervous but over the the years I've grown cold and heartless. I no longer grimace at the sight of blood. The killing and torture no longer bothers me. In a weird twisted way I enjoy doing it. In this line of work emotions do you no good. In the end emotions and feelings betray you. It's easier to feel numb than to feel at all.

I make my way to the gym to get my daily workout in. I approach the treadmill to warm up by running a mile. The punching bag is my favorite. All of the stress and pent up anger I feel has turned me into a very good fighter. It's rare that I have to get physical on jobs but when I do it's exhilarating. I love the rush. I love the feeling of my fist swinging and connecting into someone I absolutely despise.

I make my way over to the punching back and wrap my hands and begin punching the bag with everything in me. All I see is red. My fist keep connecting with the bag over and over until I can't breathe. I grab my water and lay down on the mat soaked in sweat. 

My father and I have always been open with each other. Not because of trust but because if we don't tell each other things it could result in one of us getting killed. Anything could backfire if information is withheld. But I noticed my father acting strange lately. The gala he usually hosts is coming up soon and he's been acting weirder and weirder the closer that day gets. He said he had big plans coming up but wouldn't tell me what it was. Him not telling me goes against our rule to always tell each other everything.

I can just sense it deep down that something is wrong. What could he be planning? Are we getting attacked that day? I just can't shake the gut feeling that something is wrong. I deserve to know so I can be prepared that day. My father knows I'm far too valuable to him. Him losing me would do more bad than good. I'm not only his daughter but I'm his right hand man. I do everything for this mafia. 

I can feel the sweat from my workout make me sticky. This is gross I need to take a shower. I get up and make my way back upstairs and into my bathroom. I turn the water on as hot as I can handle it and undress and hop in.