Forbidden Desires

Chapter Two

"I would like to thank everyone for attending tonight's event." Igor, the Russian mafia leader said towards the large crowd.

"As you all know, we gather on this special occasion." His gaze landed on Amara, his eyes burning into hers.

"My daughter, Amara, commanded a group and completed the drug heist last week." His thick Russian accent blended into his words.

"Amara was able to get ten million dollars worth of drugs from the Italian mafia, stealing one of their biggest shipments." His attention was now back on the crowd as they clapped and cheered, all their eyes turning toward hers.

"Amara." Her father said lightly, "Please come up on stage." She threw back the last of her champagne and walked toward the front. The black dress trailing below her feet.

While she walked, the slit on the dress by her leg revealed her gun, the feeling of the cold metal against her skin made her ego sore higher as everyone watched her gracefully move toward her father.

"Amara, я горжусь." (I'm proud) He whispered to her, giving her a firm handshake. She gave him a light smile and turned back to the crowd, their claps echoing across the grand hall.

Her father raised his glass in the air and a large grin stretched upon his face. "Here's to Amara!"

Everyone raised their glasses with them, both English and Russian filling the room as they drank to her.

They made their way down the stage and Amara was met with her group, all the boys dressed in a tuxedo, something that only happened on a rare occasion.

They patted her on the back once she reached them, smiles on their faces.

"Wow, your fathers actually congratulating you." Jack said, "That's the first." He had a glass of whiskey in his hand, along with the rest of the boys.

"Well you know my father." She started, "He must be really drunk." She chuckled, following the boys to the other side of the room.

Suddenly, the doors burst open and the room went silent. The sounds of guns clicking filled the air and when Amara turned to the crowd, everyone's guns were pointed toward the entrance of the room.

She couldn't see who had walked in, but took out her gun as well, making her way to where her father stood.

Her eyes widened when she saw who it was, all of them dressed for the event.

"Igor!" A man said, a wide grin on his face.

"Marco." Her father gritted out, his gun pointed straight at his face. "Get the fuck out." His tone harsh, his finger on the trigger.

"Now, now." He smiled, "We're not here to fight. We just wanted to congratulate Amara on a successful mission." His eyes were now on her, trailing down her body. She shivered with disgust and held the gun up higher.

"Fuck off."

He chuckled, "Such harsh words for a beautiful girl." His attention turned back to her father. "We just wanted to attend. Maybe make an agreement. sì?" (Yes?)

Igor didn't answer, his gun still held up in the air. "Иди на хуй себя" (Go fuck yourself). A gun shot fired, and the doors flung open.

More people filed in, their guns shooting toward the Russian crowd. Bullets filled the air and people fell to the ground, blood spilling over the floor.

Amara fired her gun, taking down the Italians that had walked through. There were so many of them, they were out numbered.

She ran toward a group of men that were heading straight toward a group of girls in the corner. She shot one of them straight in the chest and the other through the head, making them both fall to the ground.

There was only one left and when she went to go fire her gun toward him, the gun clicked, sounding that it was empty.

"Shit." She muttered. The man in front of her smiled, pointing his gun straight at her. She took this chance to run to him, startling him by taking him to the floor beneath them.

She grabbed the knife that was on her ankle and stabbed him in the chest, the blood splattering all over her face and chest, a wicked smile on her face.

She quickly grabbed his gun and wiped the blade, placing it back on her ankle.

"Well isn't daddy's little princess." A voice said from behind her, her body snapping toward the sound.

Her gun pointed straight toward the man in front of her, his gun doing the same.

"Well isn't it daddy's little bitch." She gritted back, watching as his smile faltered.

"You're gonna fucking regret that." His body advanced toward hers, but when she moved out of the way, he caught her arm, slamming her body to the ground.

She landed with a smack and his body was on top of hers, a smirk on his face.

She used her legs and lifted her waist, making him fall back. She was now on top of him, a knife pressed to his throat.

She was breathing heavily, her hair falling downwards. "You know." She pressed the blade a bit deeper, drawing a small amount of blood. "I could end it right here." He gulped, his eyes watching hers.

Her words failed when she saw the smirk forming, and she heard the click of the gun pressed against her head.

"You sure about that?"

She was pulled off of his body, in the arms of Alec. His eyes frantically moving around her, looking for any signs of injury. She didn't have time to protest when he pulled her out of the room, leaving the beginning of the war behind.

A/N-  I am so thankful for you guys. I cannot believe you guys have started to read this even though I just started. I would like to thank you all for giving me this opportunity! It means the world to me :) I'm going to try to post a chapter everyday, maybe more so keep an eye out. Another chapter will go up tonight :)

-Z