Stella's Own

Part 1

Stella had long-lived her 21 years in luxury, calss, booz,  boys, and constant fear. Her father was the leader of her family's mafia. Being an only child  put her under stress of proving herself worthy of being the heiress to her father's reign. If she wasn't careful, one of her uncles could snatch it for themselves.  Her father has three younger brothers, all but one agreed to hand off power to her if and when her father decided to step back, or if Stella outlived him. 

In the middle of her studies at Boston College, Stella was ubrubtly pulled out of her apartment in the city and back home to their estate due to the threats on her life of a rival uptown. After months of begging to go back, she finally gave up and found other ways to entertain herself. Many of the henchmen that roamed their house were under her control. Not just in allegiance to her, but also in the bedroom. Her father knew about it but never said anything, probably because he didn't know about the kinky part. 

"You better make sure you behave next time I see you." Stella said to one of her playboys. After teasing him all night, she finally was satisfied with his company and let him go. Luca was her most regular play thing, and her first. When she had started messing around with her fathers men, Luca was her first target, and happliy obliged to her terms and conditions. 

With a kiss on her lips, he slipped back on his holster and suit jacket. "You won't have another defiance from me, Miss." 

She smiled as he left her room. It was almost 2 am and her father wanted to talk to her in the morning. Hopefully it wasn't about trying to convince her to delay her studies more. The threats from Antoni had dissipated, but Stella knew her father had something to do with it, yet he never told her. While she was taking over some aspects of their 'business', her father never let her touch their opiod dealers. Through her anxious and mixed throughs, Stella nodded off.

The alarm on her phone was set to one setting, max volume. Her hand flung on to her night stand and flippped her phone on to the floor still blaring. Sliding off her emerlad green silk sheets she crawled onto the floor to shut up her ringer. 

Rubbing off the sleep in her eyes, Stella stumbled through her skin care, and threw on a casual outfit becasue she had some business runs she had planned, and liked to be ready for the day, but she would need a big cup of coffee after the late night with Luca. While those late nigths were fun, she sometimes regret not getting more sleep. 

"Morning Papa." She said as she kissed him on the cheek. The breakfast table was set with morning coffee, tea, pastries, her fathers oatmeal, and  assortied frutis, all laid out on the white table cloth and white and gold china. One of the many sets her paretns had inherited for their wedding many years ago. 

"Morning sweetie." He greeted back with a mouth full of oatmeal.  She sat down next to him as the butler poured her some coffee and set down more pastries. 

She sipped on her coffee and side eyed her father in anticipation of what he was going to say. "So, you are a senior this year, and I don't think its fitting to take online classes to finish out you're degree." 

"Papa?" She interupted, "Are going to say what I think you are going to say?" She started to smile setting down her cup. 

"I'm going to let you go back to you're apartment in the city." He said. 

"EEEEEEK" Stella squealed jumping up to hug her father from behind. 

"On one condition." He said over her screams. 

"Anything Papa. As long as I get to go back." She replied stepping to his side to look at him. 

"You are going to take a bodyguard with you." He demanded.