The Long Lost Mafia Prince

Chapter 5 - One Out Of Ten

Exactly. No one.

A sigh stopped me from answering. I looked in the direction and saw that Mr Luciano had a hand on his forehead, rubbing it as though he has a headache.

With another deep sigh, he turned to look at me, causing me to stifle my choke at getting caught staring.

"Rayver..." He started bit trailed off. It was obvious that he didn't know how to continue this conversation, but he did anyways. "You'll be riding to school with Regina."

And thus, I choked.

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I got out of the mansion and into the driveway, where Regina and 'Hades' were. Apparently, she named her motorcycle after the Greek God of the Underworld. When I gave her a confused look, she gave a defensive one back.

"Can you go any slower, we're wasting daylight here, debole!" She snapped at me.

I quickened my steps to her, but right as I stood in front of her, I froze. This is my first time riding a motorcycle, heck, I've never even ridden a bike!

She noticed my hesitation and asked," What now?" If only I was paying attention to her, I would've noticed the way her eyes softened, but I wasn't. I never got to know that.

"I... I've never ridden a bike. Much less a motorcycle." I sheepishly admitted as she handed me a spare helmet. This one was dark violet while hers was black and had a customized crown art.

She heaved a grand sigh, her face tilted to the blue skies, then looked back at me, a deadpan look on her face, "That's not my problem, now is it?"

I shook my head no and then decided to give it a shot. Let's see, how do you do this... I'll just do what I see in the movies.

I lifted one leg and put it over to the other side of the motor, then let my other foot give me a boost, and... Yes! I did it! I'm on.

I smiled triumphantly, but as I was too busy congratulating myself, again I failed to see Regina's face, and how her smirk evaporated into a soft smile.

"Grab on." She said, lowering her visor. I looked around, wondering where to hold. She must have noticed causing her to say, "On my shoulders, debole."

As I held on to her shoulders, she revved up the engine and off we went to another place which will probably be a disaster.

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We entered the gates of the school, and I gotta say, even the school here looked luxurious! Well, compared to my old school which always looked like it was nearly collapsing.

A

s we continue to the back where I assumed the parking lot was, I couldn't help but notice that people stopped in their tracks and pointed... At... Us...

They would stop, point, and then whisper to each other. I wonder what that is all about.

They're judging you already. You're so easy to rate. One out of ten. Would not recommend.

I couldn't help but think that that's correct. Even though I'm wearing designer clothes right now, I'm still the old, boring, lame Rayver Cruise.

The motorcycle got to a stop in between two beautiful cars. One more thing I noticed is that the gravel of the parking space we were in was painted.

There was a black crown, adorned with violet and red details. Guess who this parking space belongs to.

On the left and right, there was also some spray-painted art, but I couldn't see it since they were covered by cars.

And oh, the cars! Audis, Lamborghinis, Chevrolets, Mercedes, and BMWs! If I didn't feel insecure before -which I already am- I would be now.

I got off the-- no, Hades, and Regina soon followed. I looked around, and once I saw people were still staring, I dodged each glance that went my way. What are they still looking at?!

Your crappy looks.

Before I could walk an inch, Regina grabbed my collar and pulled me to her level, which wasn't so far since she was, like, what? 5'9? 5'10? And here was me: 6'0.

"You remember the rules, debole?" I nodded in answer. How could I forget the time she first talked to me? "Good. Oh, and one more thing. Don't expect me to hang around with you." With that, she left, leaving me hurt once again. {weakling}

I know we didn't the typical sister-brother relationship, but I thought she could've at least been a little nice...

I guess I shouldn't really take it to heart. She doesn't look like one who can be defined as 'nice'. At least she hadn't punched me yet.

Keyword being 'yet'.

I watched her walk into the school, people parting six feet apart from her. Even here, she was feared. This might sound awful, but I'm glad I'm not the only one.

Once she disappeared from my line of sight, I took a moment to look around, only to hope that I didn't.

Everywhere I look, people were staring at me like I was some kind of alien. All the attention made me shift uncomfortably.

Knowing that I don't have much of a choice, I walked slowly to the entrance, their eyes following me like hawks.

What a great start to the day.

~~

Regina POV

I glared at whoever tried to stare at me longer than I want. And as always, it did the trick.

I got closer and closer to my group. They were the ones who were in the Mafia and had straight orders from me. My in-group.

All Mafias have them. They were the closest to whoever is a leader or will be a future leader, and some are even friends.

For me? Well... I guess in the whole world, I hate them the least.

There was Krista Summers, the hacker. If ever there was something needed to know and/or to get into something, she's the one to call.

Then Wynter Bloom; she's our seductress. Men are very easy to manipulate when she's the one they're talking to.

Kade Wrighton had already been introduced. He is the best torturer of the Italian Mafia. You hate someone and/or need to get an enemy to say something? Not a problem for him.

Then we have Angelo Romano, the sniper. The guy never misses a shot, even if he wasn't looking.

And finally, Soren Bianchi, my second-hand man. He is my Consigliere, meaning councillor. The Consigliere is always next to the Boss.

Then there was me: their future queen, Regina Luciano. Also known in the underground industry as Queen Bloodlust. Do I even need an introduction?

Weirdly enough, the leadership positions in the Mafia were like medieval times. There were queens, kings, princes and princesses. The difference is that what we do is illegal. Not that all the historical leaders were saints themselves.

But in school and other public places, we call each other our normal names.

As I approached, they all looked at me. I simply held their gaze, waiting for them to start addressing the elephant in the room.

Three.

Two.

One.

"Who was that, Regina?"

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{A/N: Hey Cagna!

I'm sorry I didn't update yesterday! Also, sorry for such a small chapter.

On another hand, hope you enjoyed this chapter.

That's all. See ya tomorrow.

From Me To You,
Z}