My Mafia CEO (Serpents #2)

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"Ana, send me the file for Spain, please," I don't take my eyes off of the computer screen. Our first meeting just finished and we were back in our room on the balcony, preparing for the marketing pitch tomorrow. "Garcia's assistant wants to have everything ready."

"Okay," she sips on her iced coffee that she got from the cafe downstairs. "The presentation and the pdf?"

"Yup."

Only the clicking of keys can be heard between us. One of the things we had in common was our work ethic. Where business was concerned, we did not mess around. "Sent. Mark wished us good luck, and he wants a flamenco CD from Madrid," she giggles, answering his message.

"He is a hard worker. He can get one hundred CDs if he wishes," I chuckle.

"I am not telling him that," she snorts.

"Don't mind me asking, but how are the two of you so close? From your interactions, I can see he's like your best friend," she nods. My curiosity always got the best of me with those two.

"When I first started working there, I was completely lost. What they teach in university, well, let's just say it doesn't prepare you for the real world properly. I had no intentions of starting my own business until I had some real experience doing what I love. Anyway, Mark is like my best friend and older brother in one person. After my first week, I was a mess. It took a toll on me, and Mark was there," she smiles fondly at the memory. I tried to imagine a messy haired Ana, trying to get her head together after a trying week. "He took me for drinks that very Friday and we've been inseparable ever since. We even share a dislike for James. What better friendship could a girl ask for?"

I nod in understanding. "That's me and Tristan. I mean, both of us help each other out, but when I was younger, he became my best friend. We spent every break at school together. Believe it or not, I was like his tail, except in the mafia, we took slightly different paths. He wanted to be his own man, hence the assassin thing and the clubs."

"I get that. I guess we are alike in the sibling department," she giggles.

"So, how about now? Do you think you're ready to take the first steps in starting your own business?"

She thinks over the question. "I think I am. In terms of experience, I know what I'm doing, and how to do it well. But, leadership- I don't I'm ready to lead people yet."

"Don't doubt yourself, Angel. In my own personal experience, you give a hell of a verbal ass-kicking. You're the fiercest and most resourceful woman I know. When you put your mind to something, nothing can stop you," I say the words so easily like they were rehearsed. I meant every single word. Ana looks at me. Like really looks at me.

"I- thank you, Seb," her hand reaches across and I take it in mine.

"I'll remind you of those simple facts anytime you want, Angel. Just ask," I kiss the top of her hand softly. We spent about two more hours prepping for our pitch tomorrow before we called it a night. I can see how tired she is. Maybe I should let her sleep while I hit the gym.

The room was secured, thanks to the extra things I brought for security. Being the mafia brought its dangers, no matter the continent. If push came to shove, it was her over me.

"You should get some sleep, Ana," I tell her. "I can hit the gym. I'll be gone for an hour or two max."

"No, it's okay," the girl practically yawns.

"Angel, you're yawning," I gave her a leveled look. "Rest for me, and we can do something later. Alright?" I cupped her cute sleepy face. Her eyes started closing. "Ana," I chuckled, trying to get her attention.