Mafia Queen

“Good lord I can’t do this” I told Nicole. Nicole is my best friend. We have been together since we were babies and now we’re both just a few months shy of twenty-five. She is the only family I have. Her and I grew up together in a foster home in a small town. According to our files we arrived two days apart at Antioch Missions.

There was no information dropped off with me when I was found by the missions staff. The only piece of identification I had on me was a bracelet that was made specifically for a baby to wear. There was no name on it just a pendant of a crown sitting on top of a throne that was so intricately engraved. So, it’s now put up in a safe.

I really don’t blame my birth parents for getting rid of me. I’m nothing special. Just your average looking girl. The invisible girl. I have brown hair that stops right above my *ss and curls into the biggest freaking afro if I don’t tame it. No natural highlights or anything special. Never anything special. My eyes are sh*t brown. Sometimes they change colors depending on my mood or how much alcohol I have consumed. My eyes always betray me. I am stacked though. I’ve always had that going for me. My boobs would black my eyes if I ran and my *ss will straight up swallow a pair of jeans. My waist is decent. I could always lose a few pounds but I’m happy with the way I fill out my clothes.

“Ellie, if you don’t shut the hell up and just do it then I am going to shove that freaking q-tip so far up your nose that hopefully it’ll poke your brain and finally kill you.” Nicole was such a feisty little sh*t. I loved it.

“Ok, ok I am doing it!” I said.

I decided to do the ancestry tracing to try and find a starting point on where I came from. So many times people have asked me what nationality I am because of my eyes and how tan my skin stays year round. Always complementing on those two things when we meet but I have no idea what to tell them. I don’t know who I am or what I am. So, here’s my starting point.

I put the q-tip in my mouth and swirled it around on each cheek a few times before placing it back in the tube and sealing the envelope for the send off. I should know my results in the next two to four weeks according to the website.

“Ok. I’m done.” I turned around and smiled at Nicole while waving the bag.

“Thank God! Now can we please get the hell out of here and eat?”

“Yeah, and while we’re out - I will drop this in the mail.”

Nicole just smiled at me and jumped off the couch grabbing her purse. “So, now that you’re officially a college graduate and have this amazing new house - where are we going to celebrate?” Nicole asked.

“Honestly, I’m not really up for celebrating.” I shrugged my shoulders and avoided eye contact with her. I knew this was about to be a big problem for Nicole.

“Excuse me?” She said. Before I could even respond she held her hand up to my face to stop me from talking. “You kill me Ellie. You’re so d*mn safe. You never want to go out and get dressed up, go grab dinner at a nice restaurant, or just see what’s out there!”

I opened my mouth to speak and she spoke right over me.

“I have tried and tried to get you to loosen up a little for so many years and you just shut me down! Honestly, you’re exhausting and boring.”

“I am not boring!” I whisper shouted at her and rolled my eyes. Which she can not stand by the way.

“Did you just roll your eyes at me?” Nicole asked.

“Yes, and I will do it again if you don’t chill the f*ck out. Listen to me woman.” I said as I poked a finger in her chest.

“I am not boring! Do you not remember the table skiing accident the last time I had some drinks with you?”

Nicole’s eyes sparkled and she let out a giggle.

“Oh yes I remember that - very well. You were so d*mn drunk. You stole the beer pong table they were playing with and rode it down the hill like a sled!”

She was having trouble getting all of that out in between breaths from laughing so hard at the memory.

“Jesus Ellie, we had no idea what you were up to! When the hill ended and you hit the asphalt all we saw was hair, *ss and feet flying everywhere! Then you jumped right up and yelled ‘s*ck it bitches! It was the best. time. ever!”

“Oh yeah? Remember how it took me weeks to heal up the road rash on my freaking face, arms, and thighs? You seriously think I’m boring you b*tch?”

I squint my eyes at her and waited for her to catch her breath from recalling the core memory she had of that night. I tried my damndest to forget that sh*t show. I was so dumb but I have to admit that ride was really fun. However, it resulted in road rash that took forever to heal and left a tiny scar on top of my right cheek bone. I hated that scar and I always try my best to cover it up with makeup.

“Listen - I’ll make a deal with you.” Nicole tilted her head and waved her hand suggesting for me to keep talking.

“What if I agree to go out tonight to anywhere of your choosing. I’ll dress up, even let you pick my outfit and do my hair and make up. We will celebrate me graduating and buying my first home. But, if anything goes wrong you drop it and accept me for the hermit I am at heart.”

Nicole tilts her head to the side contemplating this deal. I know she’s not going to make it. Every single time I let my hair down and get loose, something always goes wrong or I get hurt. It never freaking fails. She flashes her mega watt smile and holds out her hand to shake on it.

“Deal.”

I’m f*ck*d.

Konstantin

Son of a bitch I am so bored. Why? There is so much shit to do but I am bored out of my damn mind.

I am sitting in my office in New York since I had to make a sudden appearance here that was decided last night. I have my brother, Nicola with me. Along with my two right hand men - Dimitri and Ivan.

Dimitri and Ivan have been with me since we were all around the age of sixteen. Their fathers are the right hand men to my father and we were all trained together to take over the family business. It’s a weird relationship really. We would take a bullet for one another but will also fight over the dumbest shit.

Nicola is always sent with me so he can learn the family business as well since he would be next in line to take over should anything happen to me. He’s young. Too young to be taking over anything.

I find myself very protective over him. I can’t sit here and say it’s because he’s family. It’s because I feel so many e