"You'll be going to Italy to train." He stated and I stared at him like he grew two heads. I thought he loved me. "But papa I-" I started but he cut me off. "Your mother and I will be fine, however you must train to take over." He explained taking a sip of his champagne." I'm getting old, I can barely walk." He was clearly exaggerating because he was only 40 years old .
My father is Roberto Fernandez, don of the Spanish mafia. He met my mother when he was 18 and had just taken over from his father. If you are a direct heir to the mafia you are to start training and learn about the business at age 16 the most, however many families started teaching from an early age.
Unfortunately this wasn't the case for me, I only started when I was 17, so because of this I have to go to Italy, to one of my fathers mentors.
"Papa you're being over dramatic," I said with a chuckle. "That may or may not be true but that's not the point". He responded, though we both know it was true. "When will I be leaving?" I asked, look at me sounding professional and all.
"Tomorrow at 6 pm,". He responded mirroring my tone. It can be a little weird to think you're doing business with your father but oh well.
The night went by with me talking to important people from in the underworld. ______________________________________________________
I woke up when my alarm went off. Most people wake up with sunlight but seeing as I'm not the nicest person in the morning I had black and burgundy curtains.
I groaned getting up and headed to my bathroom to take a shower. I already packed my bags from last night so all I had to do was to get ready. After I finished I went to the closet to get ready.
After I was finished I made my way downstairs, on my way I saw a few guards heading towards my room for my bags. "You look beautiful hija," papa said as he placed a kiss on my forehead. (Translation: Daughter)
"Thanks papa," I walked further into the kitchen to face mama who was preparing breakfast.
You would think for a rich family, a cook would be making breakfast but mama loved to cook as much as I did. "Are you ready hija?"
"Yes papa," I responded as I ate my breakfast.
"I was thinking, maybe I could stay for more than 2 years. I would get more experience." That wasn't exactly a lie but the real reason is because not only would I have to run the mafia but also the family company.
"Hija you know I can't do that."
"Why not, it would prove to the Italians how much you trust them, which would strengthen our alliance."
"You have a point but who would handle the organization? I would do it but I already told your abuelo that I'm retiring and I can't go back on my word." He said. (Translation: Grandfather)
"What about Alejandro, I mean he is the underboss." Alejandro is my 23 year old cousin. He is the underboss if the Spanish mafia. The underboss is like an acting CEO, when the boss isn't there he makes the decision but he has to run it by me first.
"Ok but what about the company, Jandro doesn't work there?"
"James?" I suggested. I honestly didn't know who he was, all I know is that he was my like my father's right hand man in anything legal.
"Ok," he sighed, giving in.
"Bye cariño, I'm going to miss you," mom said giving me a hug while tearing up. "I'm gonna miss you too mama." (Translation: Sweetie)
"Bye hija," papa said as he joined in.
"Please don't kill me before I even leave," it came out muffled because my face was squished against mama's shoulder.
30 minutes later I arrived at the airport. The flight wouldn't be that long seeing that I'm leaving from Spain but dad insisted I took the private plane.
This is gonna be a long trip.
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Well I hope you enjoy the chapter I will update as much as I can but I will definitely be posting weekly updates however I might post more than once a week.
By the way if you speak Spanish how do you say daughter. Mija or Hija?
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