Ivy has been groomed to be the first female Don of the Greyson mafia since she was little. Her whole life revolves around preparing herself for the role. From all the combat training she had endured, to pursuing business in college. It was all in an...
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Ivy
Clack.
Clack.
Clack.
The sounds from my four inch Louboutin against the pebbled stone pathway dominate the sounds of the otherwise uneventful morning. I walk along the pathways, with sure even steps that resonate with the rage that's brewing in my head.
How could he? No, how dare he?
My eyes darted all over the gazebo where I would normally find him at this hour. Sipping on his stupid cup of morning coffee while reading his stupid newspaper. But today, the gazebo was void of any living person. No coffee or newspaper insight.
I huff my frustration. Trying to recall where else he could have gone. The lake then. His second choice spot for breakfast.
I straightened my gray colored jacket and turned and headed to the other side of the compound. My anger is only heightened by this pointless hide and seek my father has decided to play so early in the morning.
"DAD!" I screamed at the man as soon as I saw him in my line of sight. He's sitting in a wrought iron garden chair, reading his daily newspaper, as expected. A cup of steaming coffee and plates of breakfast items sit on top of the matching wrought iron table.
He doesn't seem surprised to see me marching toward him. Barely looking up from his damned papers. My steps steady despite having to walk on the soft grassy ground in these ridiculous high heels. Never falter, I say to myself. Don't stumble, don't show him any weakness. Don't you dare give him that satisfaction. The bastard probably picked this spot for his damn breakfast today because he already knew I was coming.
I stop a few feet from him, my breath is a bit uneven but I know I'm still in control. I gracefully tucked a stray hair that has managed to escape my otherwise very neat low bun behind my ear and stand with my back straight in front of him.
Don't back down Ivy. You know you did nothing wrong. In fact, you did everything you could to please him. He had no right to take it away from you. This is not the time to be weak and caved to his demand.
My father lowered his newspaper slightly and looked at me pointedly, all innocent like.
"Were you looking for me, pumpkin?"
"Don't pumpkin me." I snap back at him, my voice seething despite trying my best to be in control. I can tell, my restraint is almost at its end. "I happened to run into cousin Johnny yesterday and he had the most peculiar notion that he is supposed to be next in line to be Don. Is there anything you'd like to say to that?" I asked him point blank. One of my eyebrows arches as I glare at him.
He hummed.
I stood there as I waited for a reasonable answer and all my father would say is a humm? No denial or affirmation, just a one syllable that pretty much doesn't say anything.
