Love in Hell

Chapter 1

A/N - Hello everyone, I know I haven't written properly for a while and for that I do apologise this story is going to be very different to my usual stuff this is my own story from start to finish. I am absolutely up for any constructive criticism so please feel free to comment and if you like it, please let me know by voting.

Angelina's life was anything but normal from the moment she was born, her family had run a renowned mafia in Northern America which began in the early 1920s when they came over from Italy. They had control of any organised crime across the whole of Northen America using allies across Northern and Southern America to deliver on the drugs, weapons and counterfeit cash. Nothing happened without them knowing and the head role of the mafia had been passed down from father to son for decades. They had always kept close ties to their friends in their home country helping them bring their own mafia from the ground up which was still going strong just like their own running across the whole of Italy with ties across Europe.

When Angelina had been born, she was the second child to her father Antonio and only a year after she was born and all but one month after her youngest sister Elena was born their mother was killed in a rebellion attack from the Russian mafia who were trying to gain more strength. After their mother's death Antonio was advised to send his two daughters to Italy to stay with close family friends the Diavolo's. They ran the Italian mafia, and he had a close relationship with the head of the Capo Paolo who had three children of his own all a similar age to his two daughters. He knew his wife Maria would take good care of the girls and bring them up in a safe environment where they could thrive in the small Italian seaside town where they lived. He also knew that Paolo would raise them to defend themselves while he took revenge on his wife's murder and showed everyone what he was capable of.

Antonio quite clearly had a favourite child and that was his eldest son Luca who was only four at the time of the murder, but it was clear to all around him that he only really cared for him and that was because in his eyes he thought he would be the one to take over the capo role in the mafia once his time was over. So, he wanted to keep him around and train him to take over the role, but it would become clear that he was not a leader and never would be. Angelina and Elena stayed with the Diavolo's for 12 years and became part of the furniture. Angelina was only two years younger than Vincenzo who was the oldest of the Diavolo children and because of this their friendship blossomed from day one. They would do everything together especially training they were throwing knives and shooting guns from being eight years old so by twelve they were doing 1-1 sparing sessions on the daily. They became inseparable where one was the other would be close behind.

Unfortunately, when Angelina was thirteen and her eldest brother was sixteen it became crystal clear to Antonio that Luca was not capable of running the mafia while his younger sister showed exceptional promise. Paolo had contacted Antonio telling him in a joking manor that he may make her the leader of his mafia and told him all she was achieving and within a day he was on a plane taking her and Elena back to New York. In the twelve years the girls had been gone he hadn't achieved much especially when it came to avenging his wife's murder. Gangs were beginning to feel as though they could take the capo title from him, so he took his children back to show a 'united' front and more importantly prayed that Angelina would train Luca to be the leader Antonio so desperately wanted him to be.

Shortly, after Angelina's eighteenth birthday Antonio took her to Russia along with Luca and twelve of his best men, he had received a tip off that the man who had killed his wife was out in public for a gala event which would be the best time for them to strike. Only once they arrived they realised it was an ambush the man who had killed his wife had died a few years prior from a heart attack and his son Lev had taken over, his name translated to lion, and everyone shook from his roar. Lev took Angelina hostage for three months and in those months, he did unthinkable things to her she barely escaped with her life. Once she came back, she was a completely different person heartless and cold the only two people she showed her old self to were her brother and sister.

As soon as she got back to New York she was a broken girl though she never showed it, within her mafia there were rumours of what happened to her though no one dare speak of them out of fear of what she was capable of. She threw her father off his throne the second she saw him sitting in his office without a care in the world that his daughter had been taken and crowned herself queen then and there. She took over the capo role and became the almighty hand anyone that dare test her would be met with war just like her family name intended so quickly no one dare to try take the crown off the queen. Nothing happened in Northen America without her approval, she strengthened ties with her allies in Mexico and Columbia bringing in better drugs for her customers that they had never seen. She made more legitimate businesses than her father had ever had to run all the money through, owning clubs, five-star resultants, bars and hotels all across America. In five years, she had money to throw away and was a billionaire off her own back fixing her father's many mistakes in the process.

The one thing she hadn't done was take down the Russian's and if it killed her, she would torture Lev like he did her and kill him only when she finally felt peace. The pain she felt from what he had done to her tore through he like a hurricane and left a her a shell of the person that she was, she could barely recognise the girl that would run down the Italian beaches without a care in the world. She was not that girl anymore she was the queen, and everyone would bow down to her and if they didn't, she would shoot them so that in death they would.