Chapter 2: A Life Reborn

The world Amandla entered was nothing like the one she had left behind—if she had ever truly belonged to it at all.

Vito moved quickly. Within days, she was pulled from the hospital and taken to a sprawling estate on the outskirts of Durban. The house was a fortress—high walls, armed guards, security cameras at every turn. It was a palace, but one built for war.

And she was its newest heir.

Amandla barely had time to process what was happening before she was thrown into training. Physical endurance, strategic thinking, weapons handling. Vito was molding her, shaping her into something sharper, deadlier.

She learned the rules of the game fast:

Trust is a weakness. Fear is a weapon. Power is the only currency that matters.

The first time she held a gun, her hands shook. The second time, she fired without hesitation.

But power wasn't just about violence. It was about control—over people, over situations, over herself.

And Amandla refused to be weak.

Vito watched her closely, testing her, always pushing her limits. He was ruthless, but he was also patient.

"You have fire in you," he told her one evening, watching as she dismantled and reassembled a pistol with steady hands. "That's good. But fire without direction? It burns everything, including itself."

Amandla met his gaze. "Then teach me how to control it."

He smiled, but there was something almost approving in his eyes.

And so, the lessons continued.

She was given a new life, a new wardrobe—designer sneakers, leather jackets, sharp suits that made her feel untouchable. She was driven through the city in luxury cars, introduced to powerful men and dangerous women.

She was becoming someone else.

But at night, when the adrenaline faded, she still felt it—the emptiness. The questions that clawed at the back of her mind.

Who had she been before this?

Who had killed her parents?

And why had Vito really saved her?

One evening, after a meeting with some of Vito's men, Amandla overheard a conversation.

"You think she's ready?" a voice asked.

"Not yet," Vito responded. "But she will be. She has no choice."

Something about his tone sent ice down her spine.

Because the way he said it—it wasn't just about her parents.

Vito had plans for her.

And Amandla wasn't sure if she was being trained as a successor...

Or as a pawn.

But one thing was certain—she wouldn't let anyone control her. Not Vito. Not the men who had killed her family.

She would play their game. She would learn their rules.

And one day, she would make her own.

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End of Chapter 2.