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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Isaac and I are sat in our office drinking our coffees. The pile of paperwork lays there staring at us, preparation for a hard days work, and an upcoming mafia war. A five inch thick pile for each of us.
"Come on. If we don't start now we never will." I tell him. He dramatically sighs and groans as he takes out his pen and starts reading through the papers.
"We should really get assistants." He tells me.
"Agreed." I answer back. Honestly it gonna take all day to get this done.
I read over the file in my hands. It reads off all the weapons in all three mafias. The file happens to have five pages.
An hour passes by and I've finally finished the armoury file. I go to move onto a file about the most defenceless places under our protection when there's a knock at the door.
"Come in." Isaac answers. In walks a guard, Shaun. He has short brown hair and green eyes. He joined the mafia two years ago and is one of the nicest people I have ever met.
"Yeah Shaun?" I ask him.
"There's some commotion in the main kitchen. The Russians and some of our men are going at it. It may lead to a fight." He explains. I turn to Isaac and he sighs, taking half of my paperwork and putting it on his own pile.
I stand up and walk down to the main kitchen with Shaun. Only to have a flying body knock Shaun down. Looking at the person, it's Sergio.
"What the fuck is going on?!" I asks him once he composes himself.
"I have no idea. Just help me stop them!" Looking into the kitchen I see three of our men and James all fighting some Russians, Michael holding back a seething Alfie and Liam with his head in his hands, other Russians encouraging their friends to win.
"JAME, COOPER, MASON, DEREK STOP!" I yell at them. Cooper, Mason and Derek immediately stand down and let go of the bloody Russians as they too back up at the commands of Sergio.
James however, doesn't make any move to stop, the Russian fighting back with all the strength he has left. "JAMES NOW!" He continues. Seeing no other option, I move behind him and climb up his back, placing him in a sleeper hold. I calm him down as he drifts into unconsciousness. Michael comes over and picks him up, making his way up the stairs to put him to bed. Alfie still ready to kill.
"What happened?" I calmly ask.
"Russian scum where looking at a photo of Ryan!" Alfie yells. When my dad died, we had a photo of him at my christening put on the kitchen wall in a frame. The photo shows him holding me in my lace white dress as I slept I'm his arms, while he smiled down at me.
"Exactly! we were looking!" One of the Russians responds. They don't seem to understand the hate Alfie and James have for Russians, and the fact they were looking at someone they loved who was killed by one of them. Well....this happens.
"ENOUGH! Alfie go do to the gym, I'll be there in a bit. You four, medical wing now. And don't look at any of the photos unless you want a repeat of this. And next time I won't stop them."
They all do as I say and everyone starts to clear out of the kitchen. I need to text Isaac telling him I won't be back for a few hours.
(Kylie-italics Isaac-bold)
-I'm gonna be out the office for a few hours. -okay. What happened? -Russians were looking at the photo of dad in the kitchen, James, Cooper, Mason and Derek lost it. Alfie had to be held back by Michael. -I'll talk to Dimitri. You going to sort out Alfie and James? -okay. James is out, Micheal took him to his room. I sent Alfie to the gym, I'm almost there -okay. Try not to kill each other -sure
I get to the gym and open the wooden door to be welcomed to the sound of a beaten punching bag. I look around and see Alfie in the middle of the room, a punch bag being brutally murdered by him. Sighing I change in the changing room in a pair of black leggings and a black sports bra. Realising that Alfie won't be done for a while I start stretching and go to a punching bag of my own.
I begin doing sit ups with my legs wrapped around the punch bag, punching it every time I came back up. We go at it for about an hour until the bag Alfie is using falls down to the floor. The chain snapped and leather full of rips and tares.
I get down and go over to Alfie. He looks down defeated. My uncle, the one who's always got a smile on his face, begins to cry. Knowing he needs comfort I hug him from behind, my head on his back as he holds onto my arms for dear life.
"I hate them." He sobs out. Tightening his hold on me as he turns around to hug me back, my head now buried into his chest.
"I know. I do too. But we have to move past this." I tell him.
Over the years we have had theses moments together. Where we would stand and cry. When my dad died he blamed himself as he was the one who brought Ana home. It took me years to convince him he did nothing wrong. Saying he 'hates them' he isn't talking about the Russians in our house and the new empire. He's talking about Andrei and Ana, the ones who made my dad suffer and die. That day Alfie lost his best friend forever and the other for two years.
Little did they know they were being watched from the gym door.
