Reina

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All my life I've been taught not to cry. In fact, I've learnt not to cry. The only time that I cried was seeing the death of my parents in front of me and my brothers. But that was many years ago and today I stand here emotionless, fearless and I can't control it. There hasn't been a single tear in my eyes since that day and honestly, I don't even know if I'll ever have any tears again. Otherwise, if I do, it will make me weak again.

Being part of the mafia or being part of the biggest mafia in Spain hasn't been easy especially when you're always surrounded by men trying to protect you, by your brothers being overprotective. At the same time knowing that your parents are not here it's fucking hard to cope with this lifestyle because mafia is power and power is mafia, you can't deny it. You see my family's mafia, this heritage has shaped me all my life and now with my brother taking the lead, nothing feels the same as before. I feel like I don't know what to do anymore. I don't know if I should live if I should be happy or if I should dwell on the past.

However, one constant thought drives me mad; how can you live a life where you must see blood every day, hear gunshots every day, seeing people dead every few seconds?

Nonetheless, I still must be a part of the mafia. I have to carry Guerrero's legacy along with my brothers. And nothing can stop me if you hurt me. I'll find you and kill every bone in your body. That's just how I work.

I was at the office, trying to figure out a venue for our new car show. After my parents died, one of my father's wishes was to make me CEO of Guerrero's Corporations since my older brother had to take over the mafia. The four of us, my brothers and I have learnt to live without parents, we've learnt to be strong, we've learnt to keep their name high up and we've learnt to keep our mafia as powerful as they did.

But we will never forget what happened to them, it's always been in the back of our heads and every time I think about it, I feel like falling apart, I feel trapped.

"Hey, Reina." My eyes dart to the door, revealing my best friend. An immediate smile falls on my face as she walks in, a pure smile that rarely occurs. It's sad to say that no one makes me smile other than her and my brothers. Over the years, my smile has fainted away for strangers, for employees, for myself.

"Hey, Izzy."

"Still working out a venue?" She asks whilst pulling me into a hug. A frustrated sigh escapes my lips, the more I think about it, the more it was stressing me out.

"I still don't know where to do this event. One we need a place or places where we can always hold our events and meetings, two this is one of our biggest events and if I can't find a venue, Matias will fucking kill me."

I place my hands behind the desk, leaning my body against it as we talk, "Reina, you will find a venue. And stop worrying about Matias because he isn't the CEO here, it's you." She gives me a warm smile, reassuring words that seem to stop overthinking.

"Did you find anything?" My eyes drop to her tablet, assuming that she must have researched something for me.

"Yes, I did, which is why I came here," Thank God. I knew I could count on Isabel; without her I would be lost and clueless on where to start. "But you may not like the idea." She drags the but for a little longer as she speaks, my eyebrows conjoin together as she looks nervous to continue speaking.

"What do you mean, I'll not like the idea?" Normally, Isabel doesn't say something like that and now that she does, I wasn't prepared for what was to come.

"I—maybe I'll look for another one. This one doesn't look good—"

"Isabel Alcaraz, tell me right now who and what venue you found." And being strict with my best friend wasn't a common thing either. Today wasn't the best, my head was all over the place, I couldn't think straight and for some reason my chest feels tight.

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