It was a sunny afternoon in April and Xic was busy with her fiance. The two of them were currently planning things out for their upcoming wedding. They planned on having the most extravagant wedding there ever was in the family. Although Xic loves her Fiance she was reluctant to get married since she thought that if she got married she wouldn't be her father's mafia leader. To her surprise, her fiance didn't want any part of that and she will remain the leader of the family's mafia.

The two of them were discussing where to have the wedding when Xic got a call from one of her guards. She answers the phone and says, "What is it now Marcus?" Her guard, Marcus, then went on to tell her that one of her warehouses was raided. "Are you fucking kidding me?! That warehouse has everything we need to make that big trade out tomorrow!" Xic went on a rant for another ten minutes. Her fiance sat next to her with a worried look on his face. He hates that she still wants to have this lifestyle.

"You better find those sons of bitches before I come down there to find them myself," She said as she hung up and tried to calm down. Xic was now more stressed out about her business than she was about her upcoming wedding.

"Mi amor, do you really have to keep doing this?" he asked her.

"Keep doing what?" she looked at him as she rubbed her head.

"This. The mafia, the trades, the drugs, weapons, all of it. I'm worried one day you'll get yourself killed. Can't you just leave it all behind?" Xic stayed silent for a moment to think about it all. She knows it's bad and dangerous to continue. She's seen death in the face and knows what it's like to get that close to death. But this is all she really has left of her father. Xic promised to continue the work her father worked so hard to achieve.

"No, I can't just leave it behind. As a matter of fact, I think I should go take care of business," She said as she then stood up and grabbed her gun holsters.

"Amor we still have stuff to pla-"

"It can wait. I won't be long," She said, cutting him off and leaving him in the house. None of this would be her responsibility if her brother had just stepped up to be the family's successor. Like how he was supposed to.

Her brother Dominic died though when he was out on his own delivering something to one of his old friends. He was murdered in cold blood. Although his death affected the family it didn't seem to affect Xic. If anything she didn't care at all about him. She saw him as another obstacle to success.

After a little while Xic showed up to her warehouse and saw that her guards caught the people who stole everything. To her surprise, it was the same group of people who killed her father. "My my, isn't this a pleasant surprise," A smile grew on her face as she saw this as a perfect opportunity to get revenge for her father and for stealing everything she had.

"Now shall we get down to business? Where is all my shit?" She took her gun out and pointed it at the person who killed her father. He was right in front of her, with a smug look on his face. He wasn't scared of her, if anything he was happy to finally see the face of the new successor.

"We're not telling you a damn thing girl," said one of the men. Xic then fired a warning shot close to their feet and pointed it at the man.

"I'm gonna ask one more time. Where is my shit?" she asked again in a demanding tone.

Now slightly frightened, one of them spoke up and said, "Okay okay, it's in one of the cars. All of it. We didn't touch any of it really."

"Marcus, take him to go get everything. I have some unfinished business here I need to take care of," she said, staring her father's killer. A smirk grew on the man's face as Xic held the gun up to his forehead with her finger ready at the trigger. Marcus and a few other guards left with the man to go to the things they stole. Xic stayed in place as the memories of that horrid day ran through her head again.

"Why? Why did you kill my father when he hadn't done shit to piss you off? We only did business with you once," Xic said as her heart is now racing a million miles an hour. Breathing heavily as her anger kept building inside. She's waited for this day for a long time.

"You know you're just like your father. Strong, powerful, and always thinking about the family and mafia. And to answer your question... I killed him because he didn't deserve all that power he had. I did."

"You son of a bitch took my father away from me. Fucked up my entire life, my mother and her life. I know your son's here with you. He's behind you," Xic said as she then took a glance at his son and back to him. The man's son looked worried as he kept looking at his father.

"Why don't I let you and your son feel the same pain that my family and I felt," Xic said as she was about to pull the trigger. Then all of a sudden a familiar voice was now heard in the warehouse. It was her fiance.

"Xic wait! Don't shoot him!" He shouted as he was running towards his lover. But he was too late. She pulled the trigger and shot right through his skull and let his body fall to the ground. The son screamed for his father as he just witnessed his death.

Xic then turned to her fiance in shock and told him not to get any closer. At that moment the son and the rest of the other men grabbed their guns and fired at her. They started a mass shootout and Xic grabbed her lover's hand and took him to cover.

"What the hell are you doing!? You shouldn't be here!" She yelled at him as she took a few shots at the other men from behind a huge crate.

"I came here because I knew something like this would've happened!" He yelled at her with fear in his voice. 

"Well, then you also should've known that you could've gotten your ass killed-"

"Same for you!" He yelled, cutting her off. She sighed and told him to stay there as she then went out in the open and started shooting at the rival members. The son then came closer and started to try and punch her. The two of them started fighting. Some hits landed and others missed but the two of them were close to beating one other to death.

He then kicked her stomach and grabbed her hair as he tripped her. She fell on her face and reached for the gun that she dropped next to her. He took out a knife and tried to stab her. Xic quickly turned on her back and grabbed his hand trying to keep it away from her. "You're gonna pay for killing my fucking father you bitch!"

"Now you know how I felt when he did the same to mine!" She kneed him in the stomach but he grabbed her face and held her down. Xic squirmed and tried to push him off but had no success. He then took his two fingers and pushed them into her right eye. Xic screamed in agony as she felt the sharp shooting pain that went to her eye and face. She could feel her eye being pulled from her socket.

He kept digging his fingers into her eye and eventually pulled it out of her skull with blood all over his hand. Xic screamed in pain as blood poured out her eye socket which was now an empty hole. She then grabbed her gun and shot him in the neck. He fell to the ground as he grabbed at his neck and gurgled blood. Xic got up from the floor and saw that someone was heading toward where her fiance was hiding.

Xic ran as fast as she could to him but stopped when she heard the sound of the gun go off. She stood there in shock as she saw her fiance's body fall over to the side, now exposed past the crate he was hiding behind. The feeling of rage, sadness, and disbelief came rushing over Xic as she let out a shriek. She moved closer and shot the man who killed him. She kept shooting at him until she ran out of bullets.

As a waterfall streamed down her face she sat next to her lover's body and held him close. "Dios lo siento mucho mi amor. Todo esto es mi culpa. Debí haberte escuchado y dejado todo atrás," She whispered to his lifeless body and cried a river. (translation: God I'm so sorry my love. This is all my fault. I should've listened to you and left everything behind.)

Xic stayed there for a few more minutes and then stopped crying. She then took his coat and cut a piece off and covered her eye with it. She kept the rest of the jacket and got up from the ground. She said her last goodbye to him and left the warehouse with the stuff they stole and had her men kill any remaining rival members.

She drove home with a blank expression on her face as blood from her eye kept dripping down her face. Although, her eye is hurting like hell, the pain in that eye will never match the pain in her heart.