The Mafia's Queen

ica

ck at my door. The knocks continued, and

an get her

" I sc

her side, making me want to rip my

k to us about something, so get up

ay, "I'll b

as I heard his ret

ool air to brush my skin. I walk over to the

he mirror. I turned on the faucet and then r

I walked back out of the b

t-shirt and a pair of black cotton boy shorts. I didn't ha

ne and placed it in my back pocket and t

ame to the spiral staircase. I could hear dista

y father, Uncle Vincent, and Warren who were all seated in the living room. Warr

present, everyone's attention was

ter!" He jumps out of his seat

s, "I'm your only goddaughter, Vince

ever. My mother told me about their other best friend, but things didn't work out for hi

n at me, Uncle Vincent was a very decent-looking man i

o Warren, who wrapped his arm around my shoulder a

us with his customary stern stare. "Why are

if he was initiating for him to spe

eyes widen in surprise, as does Warren's; our father was someone who w

astonished, and I retur

ve practically caught up to us." Uncle Vincent clarifies. "The Don co

t and Dad both nod. "Yes, it is. We're having a business dinner, here

, furrowing my eye

o, and his son, Dominic

head, taking in all

deal?" Warren inquires,

and other things." He pauses and looks at us both, "As a result of this, our M

smile appeared on my lips, and War

it!" From the kit

ng in front of

unt Tasha from the kitchen, I

ohnny." Mum le

for it. And just when that thought came to my mind, Johnny was sprinting out of

him fall and rise again, while Tasha st

o the kitchen and say

sheepishly at us, as Dad rolls his

arren asks from beside me, unfa

shrug. Warren looks o

thoughts?" I ask,

nt. But do you think it's a good idea t

indicate it's important, right?" I console, "Plus, they're not com

that this has convinced him. "Ye

ds together, "You want

his, and lifts me from the sofa, "I'll take that as

******

olls his eyes as he tries to hit

unch, but he deflects it. We form a circle around each other, our

me. When we were old enough, Dad made sure we knew how to defend ourse

efers guns and conversation, whereas I

ealizes I've noticed. He takes the first move, but I quickly

jumping back onto the ground. "You're so ar

to make another move, a red glove is thr

ment and return to my place, wher

had packed everything

s and entered. As sweat dripped from my bod

ll be back on Sunday

tion was supposedly 'Interesting.'" I remark making him c

, "I could only imagine Adel

with him

We first met in kindergarten, and the fo

father is one of our men who assists us in delivering our shipments and other necessiti

mas break, and they would be back on Sunday, as we

s revealed when the

ms; Warren's was at the far end of the

onight?" I ask just as he

nd I nod in return, b

d after closing and lo

tress and stared blankly at the c

as just six o'clock now, so I had plent

g, if not amusing, considering Uncle Vincent would be ther

move on me or like to 'play' around with me during meetings and other business-like dinners, which e

h whom we held meetings, which I found hilarious since i

gs take me to the bathroom. I locked the d

drying myself, I wrapped myself in a white

ut my hairdryer and dried it completely, then

cious closet, where I rummaged through m

-brown short silk dress with

essed in my attire, adding my signature

door right on tim

evealing my brother, who was dressed nicely

I nod and give myself a once-over before

headed for the black spiral stair