King and Queen

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Blair's pov

I hate my father for what he did. Trying to make me kill a mother and her newborn baby is wrong, they were innocent people. I am paying the price for my actions now; switching mafia's. 

I never got my father mafia symbol tattooed on me because he said I should remain a secret and that I don't need it. I had n tattoos on me and I like that, I don't think I could handle the pain. 

My father was known to go over board and be very strict so in a way I expected this to happen. Not that I like that it happened.

I knew from the moment my father kicked me out of his mafia I wanted to show him he made a mistake so instead of joining the worst mafia, I joined the biggest mafia in the world and being able to get an interview to the biggest mafia in the world was an honor and I plan on living up to that honor. I may not be the leader but I am apart of it. That's all that matters. I'm going to show my dad how strong I really am. 

As I walk down the hallway, the sound of my heels hitting the ground every step I take echo's off the walls. I don't know what it is but walking down this dark hallway makes me feel powerful, like I'm the badness bitch of all time. I don't know why it made me feel this way but it did. I'm not complaining though; I loved this feeling. 

I'm am scared to meet this mafia leader. I'm surprised he doesn't have the biggest mafia by the things I've heard about him; He has no mercy, he lives for the kill, black heart, no emotion. I have never talked or met him in my life. I've only talked to his assistant over the phone but when she told me he wanted to see me in person I panicked. 

I take my job seriously even though I hate it and always have hated it. Just because I've been raised in it doesn't mean I like it. I would so much rather just live a normal life with a husband and 2 kids, a girl and a boy, living on the country side with lots of dogs and so much land area. But I was born and raised in the mafia and there's no way out. Over the pat 3 years from when my father finally allowed me in the mafia business I have become good at what I do. Guns don't effect me anymore and instead are my favorite weapons to use. 

Me and my father have always had a great relationship and when I joined his mafia at 18 it grew stronger. He taught me every I know today, without I wouldn't be where I am today. My father wanted to keep me safe until I was no longer a child and I thank him for that. I was able to experience a semi normal child hood but when I turned 18 I was able to train and become a part of my fathers mafia. I was next in line to take over my fathers mafia but since he kicked me out for showing a little bit of compassion, my little sister is next in line. 

As I got closer to office door my heart started racing. I don't know what to expect and what could go wrong. I've never had to do this before since the only mafia I've been in was my fathers so I have no clue what to do. 

My heart is racing and hands are shaking. The echo of my heels are getting louder with each step I take and I can almost hearing the mumbles of people talking. 

If I don't get in this mafia ill be stuck. Its the only one that agreed to see me. I don't dare go back to my fathers, who knows what he would do or make me do. 

Turning around the corner into the office I see many people. Men and women sit around a semi-large table. All eyes direct to me and the room goes quiet. I glance around the room and give everybody a slight smile to be nice and I walk to an empty seat that has my name on it. 

As I looked at the people surrounding me there was only one seat empty. The seat where I'm guessing the mafia leader will sit. I'm surprised he isn't here already.

 My eyes focus on one thing; the name tag. My eyes scanned the tag to read what it said.

Greyson Hendrix. 

An: Sorry this is kind of short but I have many plans for this book coming up
Main Insta- leahaa_17
Characters Insta- kaqxcharecters