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Alexandra's POV

"So you're the Ferrari's daughter, huh?" He asked while analysing me looking me up and down.

"Yep. That would be me." I looked at him right back. If he was going to stare at me then I was gonna stare right back at him.

We both looked at each as if it was an intense staring match. Our eyes narrowed.

Cautious, just like his father.

He suddenly tilted his head and smiled. "Well the names Adrian." He gave me his hand to shake.

I took it and smiled back. "Alexandra." He gave me a nod and took his hand back.

Suddenly a running panting Elias came into the room. He stopped at the door and put his hands on his knees out of breath.

"Alex.....Dad...wants ya." He panted out.

"Oooo someone's in trouble." Damon smirked from behind Elias, leaning on the door frame with his arms crossed.

I rolled my eyes and got up. "It was nice meeting you all, but I better go and see what that man wants now."

They all smiled at me and I walked past the boys out of the door towards my father's office. Once I was there, I knocked on the door and stood there.

"Enter." Came his gruff voice from the other side.

I pushed open the door and looked up to meet his face. He looked.....nervous?

That's odd.

I closed the door behind me and sat in the seat in front of him.

"Why am I here?" I didn't have time to beat around the bush.

"Umm, well Alexandra." He cleared his throat and sighed. You could tell he was trying hard to find the right words as he massaged his temples clearly anxious.

"Promise me you will listen to what I have to say without running away." He looked directly in my eyes. Worry and hope running through them making him vulnerable.

What was so important that he needed to tell me so urgently?

Was it about the family business?

Were they finally going to tell me that they were in the Mafia?

"I promise." He sighed in relief and adjusted himself in his seat. I have a bad feeling about this.

"Well. As you may have noticed by now, your mother is not around." I had noticed. The boys didn't talk about her, neither did dad. What was he getting at?

He took my silence as a sign to continue. "The day you were taken Alexandra, I had just returned from a business meeting. You and your mother were not in the house. The boys were in tears and both of your things had gone."

He took my hand in his. "Alexandra, I wasn't the one who sent you away that day. It was your mother."

My blood ran cold. It was as if the whole world was going in slow motion.

My mother?

She did this.

Not my father. My mother.

She ruined me.

Caused me pain.

And I blamed my father all of these years.

When he had nothing to do with it.

I felt someone squeeze my hand slightly and I looked up to face my dad who had a worried look on his face.

"What do you mean my mother did this? Aren't mothers supposed to love their daughters? Why would she make me go through all of those things?" My voice cracked half way through.

He stood up and stepped around his desk standing in front of me. He brought out his arms into a hug and I took it squeezing him.

We both stood like that for a while. There was one question that was on my mind however.

"Why did she do it dad?" I pulled apart to face him. He sighed heavily and started speaking.

"When i married your mother, she was the most kind hearted person I had ever met. That's what I fell in love with. It was like love at first sight. For me at least." He scoffed loudly.

"If I had known that it was all just an act, I would have never married that woman."

"When we got married, she was still that kind person but she gradually started changing, showing her true self.

She would hang out with her friends in clubs till late at night almost every single day. She would ignore me sometimes when I tried to love her like a husband should. Our marriage just went downhill."

"When we found out that she was pregnant with Alfonso, I was beyond excited. Selfishly, I thought that she would start spending more time with me and I was right. She became more like her old self.

After Alfonso we had Matteo and then the twins. Everything was going great in our marriage."

"One day we got the news that she was pregnant again. We both assumed it was going to be another boy, but we were still beyond excited. We decided not to find out the gender before the birth because we wanted it to be a surprise for both of us."

"When she gave birth, we were all shocked to see a beautiful healthy baby girl. The only girl in the Ferrari family for decades. That day was one of the best days of my life." He looked at me directly in the eyes, his gaze full of love and his words holding truth in them.

"Me and the boys loved you and protected you since you were a child. But it was because I was so excited that I didn't notice that someone in our family wasn't happy about the news.

Louisa was jealous. She thought you took all the attentions away from her. She grew to hate you the more we cared and spent time with you.

She went back to her old habits, staying out at night partying. We would fight often as she would leave the kids alone sometimes in the care of the guards just to party and drink at the club whilst I was at work.

That's why I decided that I would work at home. She didn't go out much when I was here and I thought everything was going to go back to normal. But I was so wrong."

"I was still madly in love with her. Maybe that's probably why I didn't divorce her before."

"One day I had to go to an important meeting. The first meeting I had for months. I had to attend. I told Louisa to stay at home with the kids and not go out. She told me she wouldn't and I left the house satisfied."

"I should have never believed her. For that was the night she took you. She just left taking you with her. The only thing she left behind was a letter.

She had been cheating on me with another man. The worst thing is that she didn't regret it either.

She took the most important thing in my life as revenge. She was jealous that I spent more time with you than her. She wanted me to feel pain. And she succeeded."

He finished his story looking at me to see my reaction and how I felt about everything.

I didn't know what to say or feel.

Who knew Louisa was such a bitch.

She didn't deserve the title of my mother.

I pulled my dad in for another hug. This time he squeezed me tight but not tight enough to hurt me or suffocate me.

"I'm so sorry dad, that bitch didn't deserve you. I'm sorry for hating you all these years when I should have been hating my so called mother. She will never deserve that title."

He pulled away from the hug and placed his hands on my shoulders.

"Listen Alexandra, it's not your fault. It never was, so you have anything to be sorry for. You didn't know, and that's fine. What matters is that you now know the truth."

He placed a gentle kiss on my forehead and gave me another hug, which made me feel loved and warm on the inside. Maybe my family wasn't that bad.

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After the chat in my father's office, the day went by fairly quickly, and it nearly time for my fight. I quickly wolfed down my dinner, finishing up the amazing meal of Italian spaghetti Matteo had conjured up in the kitchen.

I wiped my face with a napkin and looked towards my father and brothers who were already looking at me.

"Can I just say that your food is soooo good Teo." I rubbed my belly and everyone chuckled. Matteo looked at me proud smiling widely.

"Thanks tesoro, I can teach you how to make it one day if you like." I nodded my head vigorously and his smile grew even wider.

I looked at my dad. "May I be excused? I want to get some extra sleep for school tommorow."

"Sure bambina, sleep well. Damon, Elias I want you in bed too after you've ate." I got out my seat and pushed my chair in.

Damon groaned and slammed his head on the table. Elias just shrugged his shoulders and nodded going back to eating, smiling at me as I left the dining room to my bedroom.

Now that I was sure I would be left alone I could get ready for my fight. I grabbed my bag full of my gear from the back of my wardrobe and got dressed into my outfit.

I took off my green contacts and placed them in their container. My white eyes were now on show so I quickly placed some sunglasses on my eyes to shield them and hide them until I got to my destination.



I got a wipe from my bathroom and wiped the makeup off my body that concealed my many tattoos, each with their own significance and meaning.

I rubbed the wipe on my right ankle first, uncovering the tattoo beneath it. The familiar outline of the anchor came into view and I took time to admire it. This tattoo, however small it may be had a huge meaning behind it.

It cast as a reminder of everything I've left behind and encouraged me to move forward and not overwhelm myself with the past.

" For a boat cannot set sail until the anchor has been lifted. Similarly a person cannot move forward until they have made peace with their past "



I continued wiping from my ankle up my leg. My right leg had roses imprinted on it, my partner in crime's favourite flowers.

I traced the intricate design with my finger smiling, thinking back to all the great times we had on missions together. He was the only one that was around the same level of strength and knowledge as me during the time when I was training to be an assasin by Boss man. So he made us partners. We were both skilled and dangerous.

We were both friends at first until we started developing feelings for each other. He was my first love. And I his. I miss him so much.

He insisted that he get my favourite flowers tattood on himself because and I quote "I never want to forget what my girl likes." He was always horrible at naming and remembering the different type of flowers.

He got my favourite flowers sunflowers tattood on his chest close to his heart. And I got his favourite flowers, roses tattood on my leg.



I threw the makeup filled wipe into the bin and got out another clean one from the packet. I started cleaning off the makeup from my left hip. My assasin tattoo coming into view.

You wouldn't be able to see it when I fight because my shorts covered it but I like to know it's there. Like a type of confidence boost.



^ Pretend it's on her right hip :)

I hadn't gotten time to get tattoos on my arms but that would definately be a project of mine in the future. I did however have a few tats on my wrist and finger.



The vines wrapped around my wrist were the same vines that I would see everyday when Boss man made us go in the forest to train. I always found them beautiful.

My partner knew this, and it was were we had our first date. A picnic underneath the pretty vines. He even crafted some into a beautiful crown and gave it to me to wear as we ate and had fun. I smiled at the memory.

I wiped my fingers and threw away the second wipe. The tatoo on my middle finger that matched my assasin friends becoming visible.



It symbolised the fact that we would always have each others back no matter how far away from each other we were. We would always stay friends and look out for each other.

I wiped either side of my collar bone slowly and delicately, the angle wings on both sides peeking through the makeup.

The first pair of wings on my right side for my hero Ryan. And the second on my left side for my love and partner in crime Blake.





^ Pretend they are both on her collar bone.

Sighing I threw away the last wipe and slipped on my hoodie covering my clothes and tats until I got there. I rubbed my neck where my first ever tatoo was placed.

The only tattoo that I kept hidden at all times and didn't want anyone to see. The Polish mafia tatoo.



I shivered as the memories and meaning behind the tattoo invaded my mind. The numbers 001 underneath the tattoo burned and cut into my skin with a knife.

No! We aren't going to think about that. Get up like the bad bitch you are and get yourself to that fight.

For once my brain was right. I can't be sitting around sulking. I've got a fight to win.

I went to my bathroom and got out my black contacts out my bag. Taking off my sunglasses, I looked in the mirror and placed my free hand on my upper eyelid holding it open. I looked up at the ceiling as I used my other hand to carefully place the contact in my eye. Once it was in, I closed my eyes and gently pressed on my eyelid to settle the lens in place.

I blinked a few times opening my eyes and looked at myself in the mirror. One of my eyes was now black whilst the other was still white and soulless.

I repeated the process with my other eye, putting the other contact in. Both of my eyes were now pitch black. I stared at my reflection for a while, mostly my eyes.

Each time I placed my different contacts in, I felt like an entirely new person.

I picked up my bag exiting the bathroom. I made my way towards my window sliding it open. I took one last look at my room making sure everything was in its place.

As soon as I was satisfied that everything was how it should be, I stood on the window ledge and jumped into the air, aiming towards an oak tree leading to the woods from my second story window.

My hands grasped onto it tightly and I stealthily shimmied myself down. As soon as my foot reached the grass below, I broke into a sprint careful not to catch the attention of the guards on duty outside.

Yep they have guards outside my window.

It's a good thing they're stupid and lazy so I could easily escape whenever I pleased. Someone needs to fire them.

Approximately, 11 minutes went by till I could finally see the huge gates that surrounded and bordered the forest grounds.

Without stopping I charged at it, pulling myself up the 12 ft metal gate. My hands slipped a few times, the metal wet as it had been raining the night before. Once I had reached the top I threw my body onto the ground below landing safely on a pile of leaves.

I rolled forwards and landed on my feet, dusting myself off. I was now out of the premises.

I looked around. No guards.

For whatever stupid reason, the guards never guarded the West boarder of the woods which makes it easier for me to come and go whenever I feel like it.

Now I see why it was so easy for the Polish scum to get in the mansion unnoticed.

My father should really work on increasing his security, who knows when someone decides to attack.

Shaking my head, I walked out the remaining section of the woods and was met with a street lit up with streetlights and shops.

A few people were around either walking home from a long day of work or kids waiting for the bus to take them to the next town.

Everyone kept to themselves so I easily blended in. I walked down a few street and took a sharp left turn leading towards an abandoned car park.

I looked around before sneaking in pushing past the pile of rubbish and cigarette butts. The damp smell of sick wafting through the air.

I rolled my eyes. I hadn't been in here for years, and it looks like it's been overun by homeless people and druggies. I just hope it's still here unharmed.

I sighed and made my way to a secluded area at the back of the car park. To anybody else the back wall of the car park was just a normal graffiti filled run down wall.

But if you actually took the time to inspect it closely, you would see that A - the wall was a slightly different shade of colour than the others, and B - there was a small button blended in with the top half, that opened up the whole wall when pressed.

I placed my hand on it and pushed the button, the wall opening up to reveal a beautiful matt black motorcycle with gold detailing.



Quickly, I hopped on and started the engine zooming out the car park and onto the street. I skillfully rode down all the way to the underground fighting ring which was hidden inside a club.

Arriving in a matter of minutes I parked my bike a few streets down and put my hood up walking to the back enterace hidden in an alley.

I reached the door and knocked three times and waited. A few seconds later, the peephole on the door opened and a pair of eyes stared back at me.

The person looked me up and down and closed the peephole before opening the door to reveal a man who seemed to be in his 30's.

"What are you doing here girl, don't you know it's dangerous to be out at this time, especially in this area." I raised my eyebrow under my hood.

Obviously, this guy didn't know who I was.

"Do you say that to all your fighters, or just the girls?" I challenged him and he rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

"Your a fighter? Stop lying and go home, before something were to happen to you. " he smirked and stared at my body hungrily.

I kid you not I wanted to kill this man so bad. He made me sick to my stomach. Who did he think he was? Just because I'm a girl, doesn't mean I'm your target. I'm human too.

I grabbed him by the throat and brought him closer so he could now see my face. His eyes widened and fear flashed though his features, as he looked into my eyes.

"Now listen here you piece of shit, if you even think about threatening me, any girl or even boy like you did just now, well don't be surprised when you find yourself leaving this place in a body bag by the end of the night. Let me fucking go to my fight, it's Black Heart to you, and if you moved your ego to the side for 2 seconds you would have known that." I spat angrily at him as he shook in fear in my grasp.

I pushed him back and he quickly signed me in and moved to the side to let me through. I smirked and gave him one last glare that probably made him shit his pants.

I made my way towards the training room where my manager would be waiting for me. The time was 11:00 and my fight would begin at 11:30 so I had enough time to train.

As soon as I opened the door to the training room, I was takled to the ground and brought into a big hug. I laughed silently, my manager would always hug the life out of me specially when we hadn't seen each other in a while.

"Bitch, I missed you so much." She screamed.

"Missed you too Bree, but can you get off me now I've got a fight to prepare for."

"Oh Yh. One sec." She laughed out as she got off me letting me get myself off the ground.

"So who've you booked me in to fight today?" I questioned as I positioned myself in between the punching bag.

"Well he calls himself Killer, he's naturally 7'0 and he's the champion in this underground. I haven't discovered much on his injuries so you will have to suss that out on your own, but the people that fight him do say that his left leg is weaker than his right. By weaker I mean his left leg has the same strength as a normal fighters kick. This is going to be a tough one but I'm sure you can do it."

I punched the punching bag as she spoke, processing the information. "Thanks Bree," I lifted my middle finger that had my assasin tatoo and she did the same with hers. We looped our fingers around each other and spoke at the same time "always."

She left me to train giving me a smile while I directed all my attention to the punching bag. I had to make sure I didn't punch too hard cause Bree would have my head if I broke another punching bag.

Time skip.

The booming sound of the crowd echoed in my ears as the announcer was getting ready to announce the fighters names.

"And now, our underground champion KILLER!"

A tall man filled with muscles and tattoos emerged from the right side. Anybody looking at this man would instantly cower back in fear, like most of the crowd at the front were doing.

I couldn't help but frown at this. Yh this dude may look intimidating at first glance, but if people actually took the time to look into his eyes, they would be able to see the softness in them that was rare for people to have nowadays.

I scanned the rest of his body as he walked, I noticed a faint bruise that looked like it was trying to be concealed with makeup. I laughed, whoever did that definately hadn't faught before, I mean, makeup and sweat don't go well. I should know.

I also noticed that he was putting more pressure on his right leg indicating an injury on his left, which sucks for me because his right leg was his dominant and stronger leg. At least he would be more of a workout than the others I've faught.

"Fighting Killer, we have the world famous -" the announcer stopped suddenly and paled at my name which brought a psychotic smirk on my face.

The crowd looked around in confusion, some whispering and shrugging their shoulders.

The presenter cleared his throat and continued, "Er- well w-we ha-ave B-black Heart fighting o-our ch-champion today!" He stuttered out nervously.

My footsteps echoed in the deadly silent room until I reached the ring and faced my opponent. I took off my hoodie and threw it on the floor.

Gasps filled the room. Maybe because of the fact that I was actually the Black Heart and not a fraud or because of the countless scars that ran up and down my body.

"Well, y-you know the r-rules. LET'S GET THIS FIGHT STARTED!"

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Hey lovelies

Thanks for reading this chapter. Sorry about the late update, if you're from the UK you would know that school has started which means that it is harder for me to write because the amount of work they give is ASTRANOMICAL.

To say sorry, I have tried to make this chapter a long one so I hope you enjoyed it!

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