Mafia Desire novel (Ava and Andrew) novel Chapter 8

8

When I arrived at Stallion's house, my mood improved because I knew I would make Stallion pay for what he had done.

"Stallion!" I yelled.

"B-Bo-Boss, Hey, Boss... how are you?" He said.

"You know what happens when someone double crosses me, Stallion," I say, completely bored.

"I swear I-I I didn't do anything," he insisted.

"Ofcourse you did, I said." I pointed my gun between his eyes.

Boom

I told my men in the back to clean up his body and take care of everything. A car was already waiting for me outside.

"Please take me to my mother's house." I muttered to the driver.

A lot had happened in the previous year.

Because of my father's death, I had to take over the gang sooner than expected. Dalia was fatherless, and I needed to look after her. I had been spending much more time at my mother's house in order to care for Dalia over the last year, but I needed to stop. Even though Dalia was more important to me than the rest of the gang, business had to come first.

My mother informed me that she intended to hire someone to care for Dalia for a year.

I told my mother that I didn't care who she chose because I trusted her judgment, but it couldn't be one of the girls I fucked.

When I arrived, I got out of the car and went inside. When I walked in and smelled the cheap perfume, I knew that girls would try to get this job because it meant they'd be seeing me all the time. I entered the room where the candidates were waiting to be interviewed.

When I walked in, there were only three girls dressed in hideous party dresses. They stood up and approached me as soon as they saw me. They were all aware that I disliked being touched, so they made flirtatious movements.

I had a pet peeve about being touched; the thought of another person's skin touching mine disgusted me, and everyone in New York knew it. If someone touched me without my permission, I would go to extreme measures.

I walked out of the room, rolling my eyes at the girls.

I entered the living room and then went upstairs to look for Dalia. I discovered her coloring in her room. I felt at ease when I saw her, and I found it soothing to watch her color. She was determined not to color outside the lines.