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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"Sergio, I don't give a fuck how much it costs, close down that fucking strip club!" I demanded.
At the moment, Sergio and I are having a debate on whether or not to close down a strip club in Moscow. We had just found out the manager we hired there, had turned the place into a front for a brothel and was employing underaged girls. Thankfully though, they all got the job willingly, otherwise I would be having a problem with the Chinese Mafia who still deal in sex trafficking.
"I've already got men on it Kyles, but... that's at least thirty grand a day worth of money lost. The men aren't going to be happy about this." Sergio sighs as he starts putting files away in his desk draw, his annoyed face shown over the face time camera.
"That is why I've already had Daniel freeze all the manager's money and taken out 200K." I smirk as his head shoots up, a grin spread across his face.
"Share it out among the boys?" He raises an eyebrow, a that grin of his widening.
"All the ones that control that strip club, then take some for yourself, just leave Daniel a couple of grand." I chuckle as he starts doing a little happy dance, enjoying getting some money out of this pain in the ass situation.
"Anyway, how's the little man?" He asks as he sits back in his brown leather chair behind his white surface desk.
"He's good. He keeps chasing Isaac around the house, sometimes he's on Liam's lap and they wheel around or on Alfie's shoulders doing aeroplane." He sits there chuckling as he hears about his little godson.
"And his sister?" He enquires.
"Lexi's great. She's taken a liking to makeup."
"Excuse me! My little niece is far too young for makeup!" He protests in annoyance.
"Serg, she's five and has found my makeup box. I walked in my bedroom and she had lipstick across her forehead." He bursts out into laughter at that news, to which I giggle also.
"I still don't like it." I heard him grumble.
"Negative prick." I joke as he shoots me a glare through the screen. "Right, I have a meeting in five, gotta go."
"Bye Boss." He says, sitting forward in his seat.
"Bye Serg."
After hanging up the call, I stood up and looked in my floor length mirror in my office. My hips are a little wider and my thighs are a little thicker and my boobs are bigger, pro's of pregnancy. I'm dressed in a pair of black skinny jeans, a black blazer and a white lace top, all with my rings and a pair of black heels. I had my son three years ago, and he is half of the light in my life. He looks just like Dimitri, with his dark brown hair, and the major height. He three years old and already up to my hip. He even has Dimitri's short temper and protectiveness over me and his sister. The only thing he got from me was my intelligence -thank God-, and my pale blue eyes.
