Chapter 3

"I want you to infiltrate the Italian Mafia."

"Um... What? You're joking right?"

"What does it look like?" He asked.

I knew my father was crazy, but I never knew he had finally attained his maximum level of madness.

"Do you want me to get killed?"

"Play your cards well, and you won't be killed. I need eyes and ears in their Mafia. It's not easy to get someone from their circle, so I'm sending one from my own. You can even kill the Don. No, you will kill the Don."

"Yeah and get myself killed immediately."

"You'll figure your way out of it."

"Out of everyone, why the heck would you send me?"

"You would get the job done." He replied.

"Are you crazy? I'm you're only daughter."

"It will all be worth it."

"I'm not doing this. Send someone else." With that being said, I turned around and was about storming off when an intense pain shot through my left arm.

"What the fuck?" I yelled, turning to face my father who had no expression on his face. He showed no emotions of a father who just shot his only daughter with a silencer.

"You will do as I say. I will communicate your exact role in this tomorrow." He said and left.

I walked up to my room fuming with anger. At least I thought it was anger until I looked at my mirror. I stared into the eyes of my reflection. I could barely find anger. All I could see was pain. Pain, not from the wound, pain from my father's actions. He never cared about me, and I knew it. All these years of me obeying and listening to his every command just to elicit some sort of emotion from him towards me. He was never proud of me, always telling me in a monotone that I could do so much better. He only sees me as an asset for his business. It's times like this that I miss my mum. I wasn't gonna cry though. I had done enough of that in the past.

Laying on my bed, I was aimlessly scrolling through my phone. I didn't even know which app I was using. I wasn't focused at all. My hands were on the phone, but my mind was elsewhere. After dressing the wound last night, I had put on a long sleeved baggy shirt this morning. I wasn't ready to reply anyone who asked why I had a bandage on my arm. I barely slept last night. I tossed and turned all night long.

My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. A guard peeked in after I yelled it was open.

"Miss, your father would like to speak to you in his office immediately." He said and left.

"Of course he would." I muttered under my breath.

I lazily stood up and reluctantly walked all the way to his office. As usual, I went in without knocking. He'd warned me severally in the past until he realized I didn't care.

"Glad you could finally show up." He said.

"The pleasure is all mine, sir." I smirked, giving a sarcastic bow. Ignoring my action, he started.

"We have a shipment going to Italy, and the word was let out to the Italian Mafia intentionally. You will be at the back of that shipment, 'kidnapped'. From now on, you are now Serena Jones." He said and proceeded to explain everything about my identity. According to my father, my backstory goes like this: my dad who belongs to the Spanish Mafia run by Mr Garcia, broke omertà by giving some information to the Russian Mafia. After doing that, he fled to some other country and left me, his only daughter and family member. So, I was kidnapped to be used as leverage over him. I had no idea he was even the the Mafia. At most, I thought he belonged to some small gang since he sometimes came home wounded. I was put in the back of a very important shipment truck to be delivered to the Mafia. The shipment truck was supposed to bring back me and stuff worth a lot of money. Struggling and resistance, got me the now bandaged bullet wound in my arm. Apparently, they didn't mind shooting a girl.

Guess what? I'm in the back of that fucking truck right now. My real father seems to have no idea what a heads up is. I didn't need any disguise because no one knows the real me. All my bio data already matches with one Mr Andrew Jones, who in this case is now my 'father'. I barely had time to say goodbye to Dax, Ashton, Kimberly, some guards and maids.

I was really uncomfortable as they had blindfolded and tied me up. My mouth was taped shut. I wonder how long it's gonna take before...

My thoughts were cut off by the abrupt stop of the truck. I hissed in pain as my wounded arm harshly hit against the side of the truck. They had caught up to us. I could hear guns being fired by both sides. I waited patiently for some time. Then I heard beeping noises. They were going to blow the door off the back of the truck. It didn't take long before it was blown off. Some people spoke in Italian.

"Now they'll know not to mess with us." I heard. Then boxes were being moved. I was hidden behind some boxes.

"Shit! There's a girl." Someone spoke.

"What do we do with her?" Another asked.

I still couldn't see their faces.

"I don't know, kill her?"

"What's going on there? We've got work to do." Someone else yelled from afar.

"We've got a small problem."

"What?" The voice sounded closer. "Ohh! I see."

"Marco suggested we kill her."

"Are u stupid?" He asked, took off my blindfold and continued talking.

"She's already scared as it is." He wasn't wrong. I was kinda shaking with fear. I kept my eyes on the floor. I didn't want to look at them. I didn't want to die yet, some jackass suggested they kill me.

"She's coming back with us. The Don will decide what to do with her."