A Mob Bosses Daughter.(Original.)

Chapter Six: Logic

I roll my eyes at another stupid comment mig makes while I lay on my stomach on the bed. I held a red pillow as I talked to him. I loved the soft blanket under me... I just love blankets in general but still.

"In all the time they observed you I don't think we've ever seen you show this much genuine emotion. I mean it's mostly annoyance, but still." He says laughing. "Observed?" I ask looking at him.

"We've been watching you for the past year-." I cut him off "Stalking, but continue.". He rolls his eyes. "We observed your schedule-." I laugh cutting him off again. "Schedule.... That's funny." I say sarcastically.

He glares at me. "I'll stop." I hold my hands up in defense trying to make sure I don't move my shoulders. "Anyway... We have observed you for the last year and a half and we chose the best time to pull you out or save you, a few other mafias found out about you and our operation so you have even more targets on your head, oh and another thing is that almost every single female in your family dies... We're unsure why but it's just how it is, but I'm sure you'll be fine." He shrugs.

"This just cures all my trust issues." I think sarcastically. "Anyway.... We weren't 100% sure what your style was even after observing you so we were just gonna let you have fun shopping also the tablets yours." He said while throwing me a tablet from the night stand.

"How do you know I won't try to escape or message people." I ask in a serious tone. "Because we burned your old house down so there goes your 'family' but don't worry we saved some if your stuff like sentimental stuff, oh and your 'dad' was working with your real grandmother, but basically pawned you off on who ever and lived his life how he wanted, and your friends think you're dead... Besides the ones who are actually dead" he says his eyes cold and emotionless.

"You killed my friends?" I ask, raising an eyebrow. "No, the school shooting wasn't our fault, one of the kids in the school had a few grudges. We just timed it perfectly after watching him." He responds. We just stared at each other for a minute.

"I'm surprised you didn't say anything about your 'dad'..." he says breaking the silence. "Sounds like something he'd do... Hes the one dumb enough to think I didn't go through my parents stuff. I mean everything was in Japanese so I didn't understand it, but I lost interest pretty quick." I say shrugging then hissing at the pain that shot through my body.

Mig walks to the other side of the room and sits down on one of the couches and starts playing on his phone. "Furniture, clothes, decor, etc. should be here by tomorrow. Oh and you don't have a spending limit, have fun and maybe buy some sexy stuff and then you can give me a fashion show." He says, smirking and winking at me before he started laughing.

"I hate you.." I say, glaring at him, while scrolling through the apps. I place a few orders having fun ideas filling my head. I smile internally after buying a few pillows and about 30 soft throw blankets so I can make my bed into a nest.

I bought tons of clothes and accessories that I liked along with soaps and other essentials that i liked, I got art supplies and anime merch and posters and a shit ton of books, and a lot of makeup and outfits and wigs for cosplay, then some extra furniture that I liked and would give the room more flavor.

"You're dad and uncle along with their gang hate Marco by the way." Mig says standing up walking over to me. "And why is that." I ask while downloading apps on the tablet. "They have something in common with you actually." he says with a blank face.

I look back at him raising an eyebrow. "Daddy issues." He says, smirking. "I'm gonna kill you..." I say glaring at him. "Sorry babe, I've been trained so that won't happen." He says with a cocky smile.