Mafia Queen

Chapter eight

Hold your head high, even when shit low

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Not wasting a minute, everyone quickly scampered to his office. Leonardo shut the door behind him and cleared his throat, moving to the front of the office.

He stood tall and intimidating. His harsh gaze eyeing every one of us. His expression was unreadable. I couldn't figure what he was thinking or why was he thinking it.

"As most of you know, the ball is coming up." he started and everyone nodded.

"The most feared people will be there and some, if not most are enemies, trying to take us down to gain the top spot in the Mafia industry." he continued, his loud voice echoing off the walls of the office.

"They will try everything in their power to take us down, the one night when everyone is present to show whose the alpha male. Make sure to have at least to weapons on hand, in case they try anything and I bet they will. They'll look for the most vulnerable one," he paused, his gaze averting to me.

Does he think I'm vulnerable? The world's most well known assassin is not vulnerable. In no way shape or form.

"So be prepared." he finished.

"Kesha, Tiffany and Rachel, as always you three are on decoration duty. Wyatt, Liam gather the strongest and fastest guards. Amanda, Avery put together the guest list." he barked orders at them.

What am I? A door?

"So what am I doing?" I asked. All heads turned to me.

"Nothing."

Nothing? What does he mean nothing? Am I supposed to just sit around whole day?

"What do you mean nothing?" I said, raising my eyebrow at him.

"Exactly, what you think it means. You are dismissed." he said and everyone got up and exited the office without another word.

"I'm gonna help Kesha and the others decorate and don't even try to change my mind." I said, and exited the office.

The audacity of him. As if I'll sit here and do absolutely nothing while the others work.

I entered my room and sat on the bed. I checked my phone and say tons of messages from Amara.

Mara
Bitch, I need your help.
2:25pm

Mara
Hellooooo
2:53pm

Missed call at 2:53pm

Missed call at 2:53pm

Mara
I swear to God, you better answer your phone before I come look for you.
3: 05pm

Mara
Its about Ronaldo.
3:06pn

Mara
He's back.
3:06pm

Missed call at 3:06pm

Mara
Bitch, is you dead?
3:07pm

Mara
Of course you're not dead. Call me back as soon as you get this.
3:08pm

My Jesus.

I immediately call her back and she answered on the fourth ring. 

"Bro, why the fuck haven't you been answering your phone?" was the first thing she said.