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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Standing outside the basement door, I wait for the guards to leave before I head down. The last few days have been stressful to say the least. I've had to keep track of the Spanish, the two girls, and 'torture' them.
But what was the worst was Isaac.
He flatlined.
Again.
And again.
And again.
But now...
The guards leave after their shift as instructed, and I open the basement door and make my way down the old grimy staircase. The smell of blood and piss still haunts the atmosphere of the dimly lit hallways.
I stop at the door in the lowest and darkest part of the basement, where the only light that gets through is the one from the tiny windows.
Opening the door, I see the same thing I always see.
"Morning." I greet as I take the chair from the side of the room and drag it across the floor. Taking a seat, I watch as the bony body crawls out from its hiding place.
"Kylie." She responds in a horse voice. "How's Isaac? I heard he got hurt in the gunfire a while back." As much as I don't like the backstabbing bitch, she did care for us as children. And that much was shown by the concern in her tone.
"He flatlined three days ago." I bluntly respond, my fists curling at the memory.
"And?" She asks.
"He's... he's fine. They said he'll wake up within the week." I mutter, fist unclenching with the hope that filled that dark hole where my heart should be.
"And your mother? Heard she was hurt too." Ana asks.
"Limping around the place, she'll be fine." I respond.
"So, why've you come here? Another torture sessions I assume?" She says weakly as she shuffles back into the corner of the cell.
"That was the original plan, but I actually have some questions for you." I state as I lean back in my seat.
"Go on then." She responds.
"Isobel's cousin, did you know him?" I ask.
"Oh yes, Madim. Bit of a loose cannon if you ask me. He always believed the Russian way was the best way to run a mafia. He hated anyone who thought differently." She says as she looks back at the memories of this man.
"He tried to kill Isobel, ended up killing her unborn daughter instead. Did you know he was planning this?" I question as I look deep into her ocean blue eyes.
"No. Personally, I don't think innocent children should suffer at the hands of war." She states. She's joking right?
"You gave your husband's men my location. Almost got me killed when I was eight years old!" I yells as I stand up from the chair.
"True. But we were desperate, and you were far too smart for your own good." She states, a little quiver in her voice.
"Too smart to trust you, you mean." I snarl back.
"Which ever way you want to see it." She says as she leans against the far wall.
"If you were aware of Madim's plans, why didn't Andrei stop him? Madim's action are what triggered the war."
"Andrei thought that if Isobel died, Liam would rampage and kill every mafia there was for revenge. But Isobel didn't die and was able to identify Madim. A few years later, when you started school, they killed the driver. That was the day I met your dad." She explains.
"Looks like your husband was thicker than he seemed. If I was the Russian leader, I would've sent someone to kill Isobel before she could identify anyone. Guess we all got lucky that your husband was thick as pig shit." I tut before leaving the room with the sound of her cursing echoing down the corridor.
It's so easy to provoke her.
As I made my way down the corridors, I went to my office. Only, once I got there, I found James, Michael and Alfie all stood there fuming, Diego and Gino sat on the sofa in horror, and Sergio stood there with his head in his hands next to a grinning Dimitri.
"Well hello people I didn't invite into my office." I glare as I take my seat behind my desk.
"KYLIE WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!?"
"YOUR TURNING EVIL!"
"WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO THAT?!"
And a load of other sorts of profanities were shouted while I sat there in silence. Once they stopped I look at them all, they stood there red in the face and glaring daggers at me. All besides Dimirti and Sergio.
"I'm guessing Ramone made contact?" I ask as I look at each and every one of them.
"Well when you cut off his daughters' finger and ear, he's bound to be a bit pissed off!" Michael yells. And that was the second time in my life I had ever heard him raise his voice.
"I did no such thing." I respond with a smirk as I lean back in my leather seat.
"No, but you ordered it." James seethes.
"Oh, you mean the cadavers who I cut up from the morgue to piss off Ramone?" I ask with a cheeky grin.
"Wait, you never hurt those girls?" Diego clarifies from his seat.
"No. But Ramone in his own blinded hatred, will lash out." I respond.
"And, what exactly do we gain from this plan you devised?" Gino asked
"While I was off cutting fingers and ears, Dimitri called a meeting with all the mafias around the world. When they see how the Spanish attacked us without proper reason, tried to kill thousands of our kids, while all we did was take his two daughters on a nice trip to Brazil where they are being held safely, we will get all the extra support we need to crush the Spanish Mafia."
And they all sat there, smirking evilly at my plan which is guarantied success.
