3RD POV

They entered the meeting room, the air thick with unease. Alexandro ’s employees, sitting around a large conference table, exchanged nervous glances, unsure of how to approach the situation. Alissa, walking beside her father with a calm yet dangerous air, caught the eyes of the men and few women in the room. They couldn't help but notice the way Alexandro treated her with an unusual amount of respect, offering her a seat at the table with the same reverence he gave himself.

Some men and women, who had once whispered legends of her coldness, now found themselves staring in disbelief at the girl who stood before them. It was clear she was no longer the child they remembered from the rumors. She had grown into a woman of terrifying poise and power, her icy gray eyes scanning the room with the same calculating gaze that Alexandro used to measure his enemies.

But despite her youth, Alissa's reputation preceded her. Those who had heard of her knew better than to make light of her presence. She was a weapon, honed by years of solitude and training, and she was not afraid to use it. Her father's influence had shaped her, but she was something more—a force in her own right, a deadly extension of Alexandro’s empire.

One employee, Carla, a newcomer to the family business, wasn’t quite as quick to recognize the shift in power. Ambitious and brash, Carla had been making a name for herself lately, rising quickly through the ranks due to her ruthlessness and manipulation. She wasn’t one to follow the rules or respect the hierarchy. She saw Alissa, a girl, no older than a teenager, walking beside Alexandro and feeling a surge of disdain.

"Who’s the little princess?" Carla muttered loudly, not bothering to hide the mocking tone in her voice. "This is a man’s world. She doesn’t belong here."

A few of the other employees shifted uneasily, but they remained silent, sensing the tension in the room. Alexandro remained motionless, his expression cold and unreadable, but his eyes glinted with a touch of amusement before he became serious. He knew this moment would come. His daughter was not someone to be disrespected, not by anyone, let alone a newcomer like Carla.

"Watch your tongue," Alexandro said calmly, his voice like ice. But it wasn’t the voice that made everyone feel like they were in the presence of death—it was the look in his eyes, the same chilling intensity he always wore when someone had crossed a line.

Carla, however, wasn'tfeeling threatened. She was used to getting what she wanted, used to bullying her way through life with little consequence. "Come on, daddy’s little girl. What is she going to do, throw a tantrum?"

The room fell dead silent as Alissa turned to face Carla. The others shifted uneasily in their seats, sensing the danger but too afraid to intervene.

With terrifying speed, Alissa’s small frame moved toward Carla. In a flash, Carla found herself pinned against the wall, her throat gripped in a vice-like hold. I Alissa’s gaze never wavered, her face as cold as stone. Carla struggled, her eyes wide with panic, but she couldn’t escape. Alissa wasn’t just holding her by the throat—she was controlling the situation, toying with her prey.

"You don’t know who you’re talking to," Alissa’s voice was low, barely above a whisper, but it was the most dangerous sound anyone had ever heard. "You don’t get to speak about me like that. Not here. Not in my father’s company

"Not everyone in this world gets a second chance, you know” Alissa whispered, her voice as deadly as the steel that ran through her veins. “And you’ve wasted yours.”

Before Carla could react, Alissa pulled her closer, lifting the struggling woman off her feet. The room was frozen in shock, and Alexandro, though he never took his eyes off the scene, said nothing. He simply watched his expression unreadable but hinting at a touch of approval.

In one swift, almost impossibly fast motion, Alissa’s hand plunged into Carla’s chest, gripping her still-beating heart. There was no hesitation, no remorse, just the ruthless efficiency of a killer who had been doing this for years. Carla’s eyes bulged in terror as she gasped for breath, but it was too late. Alissa ripped her heart from her chest, holding it up in front of the terrified woman. Carla’s body crumpled to the floor in a heap, lifeless and broken. Alissa dropped the beating heart to the floor.

The room was dead silent, the sound of Carla’s final breath hanging in the air. Alissa stood over her victim, blood dripping from her hand as she casually wiped it on her clothes, unfazed by the gruesome scene. She didn’t even glance at her father, knowing he was watching, silently approving of her actions.

"That was a mistake," Alissa said, her voice calm, almost detached as she watched Carla gasp her final breaths. The room was deathly quiet, the only sound being the sickening wetness of Carla’s lifeblood spilling onto the floor.

Alexandro, still calm as ever, nodded approvingly. "You’ve learned well," he said, his voice low but unmistakably proud.

She returned to her seat beside her father as though nothing had happened. The employees, now visibly shaken, remained silent, not daring to speak out of turn. The message was clear—respect was non-negotiable.

Alexandro turned to the others in the room, his cold eyes sweeping over them. "Let this be a reminder. Anyone who disrespects my daughter will meet the same fate. She is my blood, my legacy. You answer to her as you answer to me."

The silence in the room was thick with fear. No one moved, and no one spoke. The power in the room had shifted, and everyone knew that Alissa, like her father, was a force to be reckoned with. The Mafia King had returned, and his daughter was now his equal. Together, they ruled the darkness with an iron fist.

As the meeting continued, the employees had no choice but to acknowledge what they had witnessed. Alissa was not just a girl. She was a monster, a weapon forged by the blood of her enemies, and anyone who dared to disrespect her would learn the cost of such mistakes—just as Carla had.

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