COMPLETED ☑️
!Sequel to Mafias Father Daughter Duo!
Kylie McKlee is no ordinary woman
She is the Under Boss to the British Mafia, ruling alongside her fraternal brother.
When the Russian mafia, a long standing enemy, and the Italian Mafia try and...
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"Will you stop fucking moving!"
"We're in a fucking car, on a bumpy road, I can't fucking help it. OW!"
"Stop whinging!"
"Stop stabbing me!"
"FOR FUCK SAKE BOTH OF YOU SHUT UP!"
Dimitri and I fall into silence at Diego's annoyance, all the while Isaac chuckles. We finally got out of the hotel and I've been trying to remove the bullet from Dimitri's arm. Which hasn't been successful.
We pull up into the drive way of the house, seeing the Italian and Russians cars all unloading equipment while the British glare daggers at them, my uncles more than anyone.
"Come on, we need to go to medical." I tell Dimitri as we climb out of the car. Guiding him through the house we arrive at the medical. I fling him into a bed to which he whines in pain. Oops.
I grab the tools and medical equipment I need and start to remove the bullet.
"How come your doing this and not a doctor?" He asks me as I search for the metal launched in his arm.
"If I sent a British doctor in here to help the Russians mafia boss, the bullet would be in your head instead of your arm." As usual i stuck with being 'brutally honest'. The truth is, everyone in our mafia would kill every Russians in sight if it weren't for the orders of Isaac, myself included. My father was well loved among the mafia. Whether it was his courage, his abilities in this life, or as a father, they all admired him. And Liam, he showed them how a mafia should run, the love we should have for one another, and the Russians took away his ability to continue with this job. No one wanted a war, but they didn't want peace either.
"It's been twelve years since the war, a different family run the mafia, why are they still holding a grudge?" This fucking idiot couldn't get more stupid. How the hell has he survived so long.
"Twelve years of not having the McKlee underboss, not having the Williams Boss. Not different family, different part of the family. And we not only lost leaders due to a war you started, we lost families and friends. Men beaten to death, pregnant wives slaughtered, sons dragged by the sides of roads, daughters killed or sold into sex trafficking. Why wouldn't we hold a grudge?"
He sighs and looks down. "They had the McKlee underboss and Williams Boss."
"Not the right ones. They got children, before they had reliable adults."
"They love you now though. I saw they respect you got walking in here. Everyone bowed there heads, even the council and old boss. You don't get that respect unless you earned it." He replies.
"Well, being in my position from such a young age, you have guidance, that guidance leads to leadership, and with leadership you can accomplish things to earn the respect." I explain. He just sits there in silence as I remove the bullet from his arm and stitch him up.
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Once done I take off the gloves and tidy up. He watches me the entire time. I go to leave the room, but he asks something that has definitely been on his mind for a while.
"Do you regret becoming Underboss. It's not like you didn't have a choice like Isaac."
"Unlike your Aunt, family sticks together no matter what. If he had to give up his childhood for the mafia, why shouldn't I?"
I go to leave once again, but his next question has me smirking.
"What happened to my Aunt, where is she buried?" Dimitri asks, from what seemed to be obligation. It was clear as day he had no love or care for Ana, after all, he had to work so hard to try and built a relationship with the British mafia. Disgust spewing from his tone at every word he uttered.
