"You don't know me."
"Yes, I do. And this is not you."
"You don't know me well enough to know if this is me or not."
"You're an angel...our angel"
"The angle died long ago and the devil rose. And the devil has been here for as long as I can remember...
It's 9:00 am. Today, I'm going the warehouse to train some of my father and uncle's men. I get dressed in workout clothes and do my hair. When I finish my hair, I put on my sweater and grab phone, car keys, and walk downstairs.
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My brothers, cousins, dad, uncles, and grandpas are all coming to the warehouse, some of them to get some training in as well. I get in my car along with all my brothers and others split up in 3 different cars.
An hour later, we're pulling up to the warehouse which is three middle of nowhere. We walk inside and everyone nods us. We stop once we get to the middle of the room and dad speaks.
"Everyone, listen up. This is Artemis. She is to be treated with the utmost respect as she is the mafia princess, your trainer and commander. You will all listen to her commands and follow them as such."
Uncle Ivan then speaks up when dad stops. "Today, she will be training you in skills like hand to hand combat, advanced shooting, knife throwing, and archery. As Stefano said, you are to treat her like you would us."
I hear a series of "yes sir" throughout the room before I speak. "You will be split up into 4 different groups. Group A will work on hand to hand combat, group B will work on shooting, group C will work on knife throwing, and group D will work on archery. I'll be working with group A first, the rest of you can do whatever you want until I get to your group. Until then, I want everyone to surround the boxing ring now to go over some rules."
They don't move.
They must think I'm joking.
Big mistake on their part.
"Did I fucking stutter? MOVE!" I say with a glare that I only use on my enemies. They all start moving to the boxing ring while my brothers and cousins go to train and my uncles, dad, and grandpas pull me to the side. They only wanted to talk to me about being a commander. I get to decide when training starts and when it ends. I decided when the breaks are and when they're ready to move on to the next skill. I get decided their punishment when they something wrong and other things like that. They also get my input on missions and deals. With everything explained, I go over to the boxing ring and step inside.
