Chapter 4

"Xoana are you finished packing?" I asked. It was Thursday just a few days after the visit of my husband.

"Almost!" She yelled from her room. Xoana had millions of toys and clothes sent from family members near and far but the ones she took the most care of were the ones her father sent. She almost never wore the expensive clothes her father sent for the simple fact that she didn't want to ruin them.

"Sis its not to late to tell him no." Marcos crossed his arms. I rolled my eyes as I lifted on of my boxes filled with cosmetic products. Marcos wasn't going to help me it was obvious. He didnt want me to leave, he wanted me to stay, here with my daughter and away from my husbands mafia but honest to god truth It just wasn't going to happen.

"Seriously? I'm going, point blank period."

He scoffed and shook his head thinking I gave some type of fuck about his disappointment.. I had between today and tomorrow to quit my job so I had to think of what to say. I couldn't walk in there and say 'Hey my mob boss husband Bras Naves wants me to go back to my life of killing so unfortunately I have to quit.' That just wouldn't suffice. The thing that worried me most about this job was that we got a lot of news about the world outside simply because we're tax collectors and everyone is in here gossiping and spreading rumors especially at the end of the year when everyone is trying to get the hardest part if tax returns over with.

See one of the rumors that appealed to me the most was the one about the different mafias down here and the fact that FBI and SWAT is taking them down one by one and of course the residents of the safe sides of New York applauded this act but for the mafias themselves this would be a big problem. I know for a fact that the German, Brazilian, Mexican, and Russian mafias could handle themselves but what about the other native ones. Because I know for a fact that for every 3 mafias there would be 1 gang and they must be shaking out of their pants.

"You are unbelievable." Marcos frowned. I shrugged and bumped past him setting my box down by my room door.

"Are we not gonna think like rational adults here? Xoana is a child let alone a girl. The mafia life is not for her!"

"You're not an adult and stop acting like you know a fuck thing about the mafia life."

"SHE'S A GIRL!" He yelled loudly and at this point it was time to shut him down.

"And? I'm a woman and my daughter will grow up to be no less but instead much more than I. Now once a-fucking-gain you proceed to discriminate my gender because of your fucked up belief. I went from a spoiled fucking brat to a cold blooded rich killer. As far as im concerned being a woman in the mafian life is no big deal. I don't now how many times I have reiterate this but 'SHE WILL NOT LIVE THIS LIFE UNTIL SHE IS OF AGE!"

"End of discussion."