{Walter}

The day after Victoria and Delilah's heated argument Victoria was still seeing red. I don't blame her on that one. Dealing with the fact that my human parents were the ones who kidnapped me was easier for me because I never had them try to kill me.

Victoria on the other hand, from what I found out Delilah's tried to kill her at least two or three times. The first time she pushed Victoria down the steps and Victoria was barely alive when she got to the hospital. The second time was when Delilah threw Victoria in the deep end of a swimming pool without a lifejacket on knowing that Victoria couldn't swim. Thankfully, someone walking nearby saw it and jumped to save her. She was barely alive when she got to the hospital. The third time was when Delilah fed Victoria too much cough syrup when she was sick. Yet again Victoria arrived at the hospital barely alive.

The reason why Delilah's not in jail yet is because Delilah's husband Isaac paid the police off on pressing charges. It's unfortunate that money talks in this world but in Hell, money doesn't mean a damn thing. In Hell it's all about status and how strong you are. Hence the need for combat training like hand-to-hand combat and sword fighting.

When the weekend came I had that threesome with Victoria as promised. She seemed to enjoy it and she said she did. But the following week was Megan's funeral and that put Victoria in a foul mood once again. After Megan's funeral, Victoria has pretty much stayed in her room only coming out for food and to take a shower.

Today marks the fourth day she's kept to her room. Frank, Jenny, Jaxon and Ben stopped by for a visit because they're worried about her.

"So how's she doing?" Ben asked while he sipped on his coffee.

We were sitting at the kitchen table talking. I looked up towards the stairs and frowned. "About as good as she's going to be at the moment. I understand her anger but I don't think her staying up in her room all day is a good way to cope."

"Hmm, I say this calls for an intervention," Ben said.

Frank nodded in agreement. "Yup. So what do you have in mind?"

Jenny and Jaxon looked at Ben curious to see what he had in mind.

"Well I am teaching her hand-to-hand combat and she could use a little more practice learning to throw a punch in general. I think at this point she needs to be able to hit something that's a sure target and to be able to do it without consequences," Ben answered. "So I'm thinking it might do her some good to start learning how to box."

Jenny gave Ben a look of disbelief. "Say what now? And why is my baby sister learning how to fight in the first place?"

Ben looked at me. "Can I tell her or not?"

I nodded. There was no point in hiding it from Jenny and Jaxon knowing Jenny and her tendency to be nosy when it comes down to Victoria she'll find out sooner or later.

"Do you know of the two mafia's in this city called the Royals and Satan's Crew?" Ben asked.

Jenny and Jaxon nodded and suddenly Jenny's face went pale as if she'd seen a ghost. "My baby sister's involved in a mafia!"

"Not just involved in a month she'll complete her training to be the next leader of the Royals ready or not," Ben said.

"But why?" Jaxon asked.

"When Victoria and I got kidnapped, we were kidnapped by our real parents," I explained. "Victoria's parents just so happened to be the leader of the Royals. So not only is it her birthright, it is her duty to become the next leader."

Jaxon blinked. "So Vicky's real parents… Are mafia Bosses? Good grief, the poor girl can't catch a break at all can she?"

"Honestly, I see this as some sort of a blessing. She'll become a strong leader and hopefully that will help her manage her disabilities better and she'll send anyone who crosses her packing with their tail between their legs," I said.

Jenny gave me a wary look. "I don't know about this…"

"Well whether you like it or not, you don't have a say," Ben said.

"So when are we going to stage an intervention?" I asked.

"She's asleep right?" Ben asked.

I shook my head. "I don't know."

"Let's go and if she's asleep we're waking her up," Ben said.

***

{Victoria}

"What are we doing here?" I whined. "I'm tired, I-"

"That's exactly why we're here! You're not really tired you're just pissed, trust me I know the difference," Ben said.

This time instead being at the training area we were at a gym and I stared at the punching bag wondering what's the fucking point.

Am I pissed off? That might explain the foul mood I've been in lately. It's not everyday that you find yourself questioning your sexuality and then after having a threesome you confirm that yes, your sexuality was absolutely correct. I thought.

Ben snapped his fingers in front of my face to get my attention. "I swear you have the shortest attention span of any student that I've ever trained!"

I frowned. "Oh."

Ben shook his head. "Don't worry about it. Now, the reason why we're standing in front of a punching bag is you need to work on your fighting stance. And this will give you the perfect opportunity to blow off some steam."

I nodded. "Okay."

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"Wait right here, I'll be right back," Ben said.

He left and when he came back I couldn't help but laugh at what he was holding. He was holding a picture of Delilah and a picture of Megan. I was angry at both of them but for different reasons.

He smiled. "At least I got you to laugh today. That's a good thing."

I couldn't help but laugh even more. After a moment I composed myself. "So what are the pictures for?"

"Good question," Ben answered. "Who do you hate more right now?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

"Because I think looking at the person you hate the most at the moment will give you more incentive to blow off steam," Ben explained. "Being pissed off and bottling those emotions up isn't good for you even though you're already dead. You might be dead but your body isn't."

I sighed, "I know that. I also know that I can't kill Delilah but I can kill her picture."

Ben laughed, "Okay, Delilah's picture it is!"

He put Delilah's picture on the punching bag facing me and I couldn't help it. I burst into laughter. I laughed so hard I was in tears. When I composed myself I said, "You're really serious about this aren't you?"

He nodded. "Yup! The sooner you blow off steam the sooner you can focus on what's more important like finishing up your training like you're supposed to."

"So exactly when am I supposed to officially take over as leader?" I said.

"At the end of the month," Ben said. "Now let's put you through the paces like we do every session but this time you'll at least get to land a hit on a target. Although you are getting a little bit stronger with hand-to-hand combat. I think once you finally shed this body you'll be a bit stronger. And hopefully a bit more focused. That's another thing you're going to have to work on."

"Yeah I haven't really had the best attention span lately," I admitted. "I might be pissed off but you have no idea what it was like to grow up with that bitch."

"Tell me about it, but with your fists," Ben said.

I stood facing the punching bag and readied my fighting just like Ben taught me. I took a swing and hit the punching bag right where Delilah's picture was placed.

"So tell me, what did she do to you?" Ben asked.

I threw another punch. "She tried to kill me! And not just once," I took another swing, "She tried it three motherfucking times!" I took another swing and it landed on target just like the other punches.

"Good, now rotate which arm you punch with," Ben instructed. "Tell me more about what she did."

I kept punching the bag as I ranted, "She never failed to make sexists remarks about the way I looked, the way I dressed, nitpicky right down to how my fucking handwriting looked! My goddamn handwriting! I did a lot of things just to be spiteful to her and anyone else that got on my nerves!

"Because we were in the high society lifestyle Delilah wanted me to wear a stupid dress every single fucking time we were out public. You know what I did just to be spiteful?"

"What did you do?" Ben asked.

I took another swing at the punching bag and continued my rant, "I wore jeans and t-shirt and there was no way in hell I was going to wear high heels no thank you. Not to mention I made sure that the t-shirt didn't fit me! I found the biggest t-shirt I could find and it kind of made me look like a homeless person! A couple of Delilah's friends called CPS on her for that. They thought she was being abusive towards me. Unfortunately, CPS found no evidence of abuse and left.

"But that's okay I did plenty of other spiteful shit, I mispronounced words on purpose, I picked my nose and ate my boogers out in public. I made sure to embarrass Delilah every chance I got. My friends thought it was funny because they knew what I was doing. They couldn't help but laugh at the headlines with me every time I embarrassed Delilah."

Ben laughed, "What were the headlines?"

"Delilah Lee's Daughter Caught Picking Her Nose Again! Delilah Lee's Daughter Dresses Like A Homeless Person! Child Abuse Involved?" I replied as I took another swing at the punching bag.

Ben laughed again but this time his laughter was harder. When he stopped laughing he cleared his throat, "Alright I think that's enough for today. How do you feel?"

I stopped punching the punching bag and much to my surprise I actually felt much better. "Honestly, that felt really good."

"Do your hands hurt?" Ben asked.

I looked down to see that my knuckles were a little bruised and bloody considering I didn't use boxing gloves. I shrugged. "They don't feel bad right now but I'm pretty sure I might feel something later."

"Good, because part of being a mafia leader you have to get your hands a little bit bloody literally. You might have to do your fair share of roughing someone up because they've done something against the mafia," Ben said. "But it's a good thing that you're at least a good shot with a gun. And speaking of that I will be testing you on certain situations that might come up on the job. Your father has personally asked me to do that."

"Makes sense to me, if you're dealing with a mafia you're not a saint by any means of the word. Even if all you do is just serve the mafia as a maid," I said. "I'm already dead so I don't mind getting my hands dirty."

Ben gave me an amused look. "True, but you have to be careful. Not everyone around you is dead like you are. Alright, now go get changed and I'll have the driver drop you off at your home."

***

{Ben}

I've been giving updates to Satan about how well the Princess has been doing in her training. Strangely enough, I think having her vent while punching a punching bag seems to have helped her focus more on her training.

In today's match I'm eager to see how much she's improved. I plan on having her do a round of sword fighting and after that a round of hand-to-hand combat.

"I'm testing you today," I said.

Victoria tilted her head. "On what?"

I rolled my eyes. "What do you think? I think you're getting better, besides you got one more week to go before you officially become the leader of the Royals."

Victoria nodded. Which is a good thing because before I started telling her to vent to me about her problems with Delilah while punching a punching bag she would protest and whine about training. So I'll take a nod over that any day.

I looked over at the ring to see that it was empty and nodded. "Follow me."

We stepped into the ring facing each other.

"Now, ready your fighting stance," I commanded.

She did as she was told just like I taught her. I looked at her fighting stance and smiled. Maybe she has the talent to become a boxer instead?

Her fighting stance was just like a boxers. Her fists were in front of her face and her feet were positioned on foot in front of the other.

I started the fight by throwing the first punch that she blocked. She continued to block my attacks with ease. It was annoying because she kept blocking attacks and not throwing any punches of her own yet. But then I realized something. The look on her face was calculating. She was waiting for an opening and I wasn't about to give her that opening just yet.

I threw punches and kicks at her and she threw a couple of kicks of her own that landed on target. She managed to kick me in my stomach and caught me off guard and that was the opening she needed. She charged at me while I was still trying to gain my composure and kicked me again. Her kick was hard; it actually sent me flying into a nearby wall and out of the ring.

I landed on the ground with a thud. If that had happened to a normal person they would've been knocked out. I got up and dusted myself off. Victoria just stood there staring at me smirking because she knew she did a good job and wasn't about to help me get to my feet. That was a good thing because being a mafia boss you can't show mercy to your enemies. You give them an inch they will take a mile or two.

"Alright then, next up is-" I said.

Victoria rolled her eyes. "Sword fighting."

I nodded. "Yup. Follow me."

She did well in her sword fighting and I could see that she had improved on her fighting style quite lovely. I know for a fact she'll become a great mafia leader and when the year is up, she'll be more than capable of becoming the next ruler of Hell.