SHE IS THE MAFIA (BOOK#2)

Chapter 9

"Give me a 360 please," the tailor says, examining the dress on me.
I spin around on the stand, watching the room whirl around.

T minus one day until I officially become the mafia boss, and here I am thinking about someone I shouldn't allow to even cross my thoughts. Someone I have been avoiding for far too long to completely break apart at their sight. 

I wonder where he is right now? How long he is staying? Where IS he staying?

"Fantastic. Do you like it, Miss Moore," the tailor asks, "It looks perfect on you,"

I glance at the mirror.
The dress is long, I am afraid I might trip on it. But the darkness of the black fabric and how it slowly fades into the red as it gets to the bottom is remarkable. Almost looks like I am on fire as the dress sways from side to side. 

"It's beautiful, thank you," I say, stepping down, "I can't believe you managed to get it done so fast,"

The tailor shakes his head, "It was no trouble. I just moved you up in my priority and made sure you had the absolute best,"

The only reason he had my dress done on time is that he was told it was for an elopement ceremony. Of course, we couldn't tell him it was for a woman who is about to take over a crime-infested organization that ran in her family for years and years.

I head into the dressing room and get changed back into my short black dress instead of the grand and costly one I was in. I am supposed to meet Malachi shortly after to help him choose his clothes for tomorrow. He has been procrastinating saying I made him nervous and every shade of red seems wrong to him now. Malachi is always implying how he doesn't want to disappoint me, but I don't think it's a disappointment he is afraid of. I think it's the consequence of my disappointment. 

I pay for my dress as it gets put inside a protective cover. Hopefully, nothing happens for it to get ruined under any circumstance. I place it in the back of my car and proceed to Malachi's office.

Another thing.
Where the fuck is his dad? 
After Malachi told me he hasn't been in contact with Mr. Stone since the divorce, I went on a little investigation. I wanted to see where he moved to or where he staying, but nothing was coming up. I assume he no longer in London. The questionable thing is, how did he give up everything and move away so quickly? Wasn't he in major debt? How did he manage to pay everything off in such little time?

I pull up to the front of the office which reads, Stone's Accounting Inc.
Malachi changed his last name to his mother's, which is Warren, but the building is still in his father's last name. Weird. 

I see him walking out of the office, his blazer in his arm. 

"Sorry to keep you waiting," he says, sliding into the passenger seat, "I had a client who wouldn't listen to anything I was telling him. Honestly, what was I thinking getting into this field,"

I smile at the sight of his ruffled hair that gave away the stress he must be under, "It's okay, I was barely here for five minutes,"

"Good. How is the dress?" he says looking back, "Is it as breathtaking as I think it would be?"

I laugh a little, "Only slightly. I mean I like it, it's really well crafted,"

"But?" he says.

I take a quick glance at him, "But... personally I look devious and authoritative. Yes, that is the goal since... you know, but I don't want to look too intimidating,"

Malachi stays silent in his seat for a second, "You don't need a dress to look too intimidating, Tempest. Everyone is already scared out of their minds when it comes to you,"