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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2 Weeks Later...
Waking up with a groan, the blazing sunlight was once again attacking my eyes. I had spent most of last night up with Dimitri, and now I am knackered. Stalking my way to the bathroom, I turned on the shower and began washing myself. The aches and pains in my body were soothed by the hot water. I have moved around less in the past two weeks than I have in my entire life, so my back is gone and my legs feel like jelly...along with other reasons.
Once dressed in my usual clothing, I made my way down stairs and to the office. As instructed, Dimitri's kidnappers have landed in Spain, and today they are planning on the extraction.
As horrible as it seems, we need to kidnap the Spanish leaders daughters. He started a war which is costing many lifes. And so far, that includes my brother. He is also responsible for the near deaths of over 1000 mafia children.
Ever since the war between us and the Russians, all mafias agreed that children would not be a casualty of any further disagreements, arguments, fights. Nothing. But the Spanish broke that deal, and I am reacting the only way I know how.
If someone bombs you, your come back fighting with a nuke.
Once I had finished my paperwork, I went down to the hospital room. Sitting in my usual seat, I watched as the ventilators did their job of keeping him alive.
Keeping Isaac alive.
It's been two weeks since the attack, and barley anything has changed. The doctors have taken away full life support, but he still needs the ventilator to breathe.
Sometimes I wonder what he's going through. What he's experiencing right this second.
Is he in pain?
Does he not feel anything?
Is he suffering?
Will he wake up?
All day long these questions swirl around my head. One thing I hate more than anything, is the unknown.
Flashback: Four years ago...
It had been a quiet day. Isaac and I were just sat in the office flicking through paperwork as usual. But then he said something I never wanted to hear.
"I want to die quickly." Snapping my head to look in his direction, all is saw was pure truth across his face.
"Why are you telling me this?" I asked.
"We live a very dangerous life Kylie." He used my full name. He never uses my full name unless he is serious.
"I know."
"And if anything ever happens to me, to the point where the only thing keeping me alive is life support, pull the plug after a week of no change. If I have a machine to help me breathe, give me a month, if there's no change, pull the plug. And if you have to end my life, I want all my organs donated."
"Why are you telling me this?" I ask as I hold back the tears in my eyes.
"Just so you know." He responds. As a tear escapes my eyes, he opens up his arms. Immediately I get up from my seat on curl up on his lap for a hug.
"Your my new power of attorney. It's only right that my sister can do this." He mutters into my hair.
Nodding my head, I turn to the side. But on his computer screen, the photo album is open. And the photo which displayed the screen, was when Liam was still in a coma, and I was sat holding his hand like any other day.
Flashback over:
As I sat holding his hand, I knew time was coming to an end. He had a month left until I had to do what he wished. Honestly, I always thought it would be the other way around, Isaac pulling the plug on me.
I sat there in complete silence for an hour, just stroking my thumb up and down his hand. Until I was disturbed by a knock at the door.
"Come in." I say.
In walks in Isobel, with a solemn look on her face.
"I can leave you alone with him if you want?" I offer as she looks down at Isaac.
"Sit down Kylie, we need to talk." She instructs. I do as she says and she takes a seat next to me.
"Remember when you were a child, and I told you sometimes bad things happen for reasons we'll never know?"
"Yes." I respond, curious as to why she was looking so deeply into my eyes.
"That's was my response to when you caught me crying. I was crying because that was the day my daughter was born." My head snapped up to hers so fast I think I strained my neck. "It was also the day she died."
"She lived for thirty-eight minutes. She had brown hair, like me; and had Liam's eyes." She told me this as she satiated longingly at Issac.
"What made her die?" I question after a moment.
"I had a distant cousin. He was Russian, and believed I betrayed the family by marrying Liam. He caused a car accident between me and someone who worked for him. I was pregnant with her at the time, but her lungs were too underdeveloped for her to survive."
"But this was before the war even started. It didn't go official until Andrei Volkov had that letter left in my room."
"No darling. The reason Volkov left the letter of war in your room was because Liam had my cousin, the driver and three more Russians killed as justice for what they did to me."
"But your actions were justified. They were the reason for the death of your daughter and almost yours." I say, wondering where this conversation is going."
"Volkov didn't care."
"Isobel, why are you telling me this?" I ask.
"Dimitri asked me to find you. His men have the Spanish girls. I wanted you to hear what the actions of attack on a loved child can have on everyone." I sit there and listen to what she has to say.
"You know me Isobel. I would never hurt those girls."
"I know darling, but I want you to be prepared for whatever retaliation the Spanish will have." With that, she kissed my forehead and left the room.
But then the vital machines for Isaac went dead. He's flatlining. I press the emergency button on the wall and begin CPR.
