Fame and a Funneral

They lower the casket into the ground and begin to cover it, annoyingly slow and steady, not even spring a glance at me.

I throw in the dirt that was handed to me and glance down at the casket, baring no emotions.

I'm not sad.

Why should I feel sad about a thief and a murderer? Why should I cry for a man who spent his years hitting me? If anything I'm angry. He left me with his consequences, his sins and his lies.

The flashes erupt me from my thoughts and I glance around at the paparazzi that are taking pictures and notes about me, observing me as though I'm a bird trapped in a cage, the day continues to grow better.

I turn my head back to the grave and walk away without another word, no word needed or wanted, it's over as of now in my books.

"He abused her"

"He Dealed the drugs"

"He's a murderer"

"He was the mafia of this country"

"He did kill his wife"

I close my eyes and try and ignore all their chatter as I climb into the limo, carful to sort out my dress as I do sit down.

"You gave no comment?" My aunt Rebecca asks me as she goes through some of my fathers files with her glasses on, a glass of bourbon next to her.

"No" I say lifelessly, it will be over soon, that's what I had to remind myself.

"Good" she states with a curt nod, "now, fix your make up you are moving in with your real mother"

That's my family. Screwed up. Unwanted.

That women that my father killed wasn't my real mother but she was the women who raised me. Fixed my hair, hid my bruises, and took half the blows my father hit.

That's why she is in the grave next to his, unknowingly to the rest of the world.

And now I'm going to meet my real mother and step father. Not like I have anything else to do. They have two sons as well, great. I just knew that trouble was brewing, my mom said I had a knack for telling when something was going to happen. A gut feeling.

I, Alexander madison. Will never ever give the paparazzi what they want, attention or a single word and I will be free one day.

Yes my father was a mafia boss, which means I'm the only heir-well, I was anyway.

My aunt is taking over, she says I'm too emotional to be a leader. And that they already know about my father so I'd give it away. Which means bye bye to Alexander.

I walk down the steps of the jet and look around my new home. New York. The city of jungles or something like that.

A butler takes my bag and I dive into another limo as the paparazzi take more photos, trying my best to avoid the pests.

I lean down into my boot and take my gun out, placing into my bag instead so I'll have easier access, it's not like I knew anyone here.

We arrive at a mansion and I get out as the butler opens the door. Kinda smaller than my old home but great anyway, I guess.

I pick up my designer black bag and hang it on my arm as I begin to walk up the steps, regret sinking in further through every step.

A women standing in a black sleek dress stood at the door. She has my brunette long hair and blue eyes instead of my cursed brown ones.

Stood next to her is a man in all black suit that has blonde hair and green eyes, and he holds a smile at me.

Then there is two kids, around 16 but I'm 19. They are twins obviously the only difference is the hair and eye colour, no doubt they're immature.

"You look so grown up!" The women crush as she pulls me for a hug.

I pull away, "you must be Miss Anderson, my m—biological mom"

She glances at the boys behind her and back at me, "no formalities please, just mom"

"Thanks for the offer" I say with a small smile, glancing around slightly as though I was trying to find an escape route.

"What did I just say?" She says with a sigh, oh god please don't be like my father, I mean, she was married to him at some point and did have a child.

I flinch, but try and not shake or lower my head, "sorry"

"It's alright dear, this is my husband Johnathan and my sons-your half brothers-Josh and JJ." She points them out, one bye one as they do a small wave.

I let out a nod. "Where will I be staying?"

"Oh right, your brothers will take you" she offers, brothers, as though we've always been together as a happy family.

"Splendid" I answer and begin to walk into the house, instantly taking in my surrounding while a small breather.

The door slams behind me and I flinch again, get used to the slamming.

"We read the news about you"

"Didn't even shed a tear"

"Why didn't you cry?"

"Is everything true"

"Boys" I say firmly cutting them off, "Most of what they said is true."

Their mouths open wide and they glance at each other before engulfing me in a hug, making me inwardly cringe.

"Boys. Boys!" I say as they hug tighter, causing me to swat at their arms so they could get off.

They let go eventually and I sigh and continue into my room, looking around gently as I block out the others.

"I'm starved" JJ says

"Food?" Josh suggests

"Great"

They walk away. So I begin to unpack my new room, freedom I suppose.

I glance in the mirror and begin to wipe off my make up, revealing my bruises. Courtesy of my father, a going away present as you will.

I put on my celebrity disguise and decide to go shopping, might as well enjoy his death a little.

"I'm going out" I nod to my mother, not even bothering to wave or anything.

"Stay safe!" She shouts as I close the door, letting out a small huff.

I tug on my coat and close it.

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"I said give me the fucking money!" A guy shouts, causing me to tut slightly, all testerone and no class.

I creep around the corner with my shopping bags and place them down quietly, not wanting to make myself known.

I grip my gun and get it ready just in case, pointing it upwards.

"I already told you I'll have it ready for tomorrow" another guy stutters.

"Too late!" The guy shouts and I hear a slam, causing me to let out a small shaky breathe, I have prepared for this.

I click my gun and both men look at me, finally taking me in as I step out slightly.

I notice who's the client and who's the mafia man almost instantly, ugh men are always so obvious with their work.

"Is there a problem?" I question innocently, still pointing the gun, placing a smile on my lips.

"Go home princess" the mafia man says, I almost laugh at his attempt.

I shake my head. "I don't like bully's you know, they lack sense of personality"

He begins to laugh so I shoot his gut, and he drops to the ground with a huge thud.

The other man looks at me with a grateful smile and I nod for him to go, without another word he runs away through the alley.

"You guys gotta stop picking on the weak ones, it makes you look weak" I simply say as I place my heel over the bullet wound.

He lets out a groan and I lean harder onto it, taking pleasure in putting him into his place.

I aim for his head and prepare to shoot until I hear a bike, so I groan.

"Is there a problem?" A voice says cockily.

I turn my head and find a man on a bike, holding a cigarette in his hand as he watches slightly amused, men.

"Second in command right?" I ask and he cocks his head to the side, analysing my every move.

"You're Alexander Madison aren't you?" He asks with a smile, he climbs off the bike and walks over to me, "my boss wants to meet you"

I aim without looking and shoot the guy on the ground. Dead.

"I'm alright actually and if he has something to say he can find me himself" I begin to walk away while placing my gun in my bag.

"Alright mafia Princess" he says and I freeze.

"Don't call me that, I'm not a weak princess anymore" I state.

"Then what do I call you?"

"How about a mafia Queen?" I ask with a smile as I walk away, making sure to grab my shopping bags on the way, leaving him alone with a corpse and a message.