17 years later
Knock! Knock! Knock!
"Demi! Wake up! Its time for school ", Camille called out as she banged on the bedroom door of her niece. "Fuck off! ", a voice sounded from the room.
"Come on Demi! ", she called out again then added in a softer frightened tone. "You know Pallas will kill me if you don't get down in time for breakfast." "Let him kill you. I don't care "' Demi replied her voice muffled. "Wow", Camille faked shock this time. "You don't care? Oh missy I don't care if you don't care 'cause I'm coming in."
She took a few steps backwards ready to barge into the room. Her leg almost touched the door and it swung open and there stood Demi looking as terrible as ever. Immediately, Camille's face changed to that of worry and she rushed to Demi's side and said, "Demi dear are you okay you seem stressed and tired."
"Well I wonder why", Demi rolled her eyes. "The police nabbed the big load of cocaine we had to sell and I had to trace the damn asshole who made that possible and now I wake up to someone banging on my fucking door telling me I have school." Camille then pouted at Demi and hugged her. "Oh don't worry you little smoochie. Go take a shower and when you come down I'll make sure your favourite dish is prepared by your favourite aunt. Whad'ya say?", she cooed.
Demi pulled out of the hug and said sternly ,"I say don't pamper me! I'm fine. I don't need breakfast. I can't just give up my solid diet for Frittatas." Camille chuckled. "It's loaded with carbs."
Camille folded her arms at this remark and said,"When you're hungry you don't care if food is loaded with carbs or not. You practically swallow it like it's nothing."
Demi groaned and rolled her eyes again."Seriously, Demi you're killing yourself with all this training and fighting. You're seventeen. You need to enjoy life like any other teenager. If you stress yourself too much, you'll end up in a grave and if I were your parents with the attitude you portray most of the time I would'nt want to meet you so soon", Camille added that last bit in a hushed tone but Demi heard everything.
"Are you literally bringing up this topic?", Demi asked her lips tightened and her fists clenched. "Oh no no no no. All I'm just trying to say is that relax", Camille said softly. "Well, Camille, I feel like my life does'nt need relaxation. I will really like to take a bath now. Talking to old ass people who don't understand a thing makes me feel nasty", Demi began shutting her door.
"For your information sister that's aunt Camille to you."
Demi shrugged and then slammed the door shut in Camille's face. Camille then silently grabbed her hair and pulled it in frustration before saying under her breath,"If I were her parents I'd definitely wish she'd be immortal or she'll mess up my heavenly paradise", then walked down the hallway. Other than that racket, there were other people around the mansion; the gardeners shaping the leaves in the signature letters DD, the cooks and chefs trying to impress Demi and her business partners with their various delicacies or the bodyguards dressed in black suits going about their jobs protecting the mansion internally and externally. All those people occupied the mansion and equally contributed to the bustling atmosphere but always quieted down when Demi stepped into the room. From being the tiny child her parents left her as, she had developed into a strong young lady. In the day, she had to be a normal smart college student that got good grades and lived a boring rich life but under the surface, she was Demi Donadoni the fearless mob leader whose power stretched from Italy, across Europe and to the Americas.
Most people feared her but were most likely not to believe she was a seventeen year old college girl. Her mansion was located on a hill that had really tight security that noone could breach. People could only get access to the mansion if Demi said so. All her employees feared her because even though she was a teen, she could just snap her fingers and they'd be dead.
Meanwhile, Demi was in her closet trying to find what she was going to wear. Even though she was tough, she never joked with her style. She picked out a black long sleeved turtleneck and a high waisted black, blue and black skirt and paired them off with knee length black socks and ankle length black boots with red soles. She run her hand through her tangled black locks and sighed thinking about all the stress she had to go through doing her own hair. She poked her head out of her door and called out to a passing staff, "Psst."
The woman looked around startled to see her boss calling her in that manner and walked towards the door as Demi leaned in closer to her and said in a hushed tone,"Go and find my aunt and tell her to come to my room immediately it's an emergency okay?"