The Mafia Leader

3

Ava

My phone call went well with my father. He was shocked to hear about Kieran's ex, and insisted that he come home, but I refused. After my phone call, I decided to take a nap, considering my pain. When I woke up, I went downstairs to the living room. But I couldn't find the tv remote. "Can I help you ma'am?" A dark voice said from behind me, startling me. I turned so fast I gave myself whiplash. The man that stood before me wore jeans, a button up, and tennis shoes. All black.
"Oh um, I just can't find the tv remote. It's fine." I smiled. "What's your name?"
"Jamal, ma'am."
"Please, it's Ava." I said. "No need to be formal."
"Yes ma'am." He looked behind the tv, and handed me the remote. I smiled apologetically. "They put it there, the maids. Less cluttered." I nodded. "Will that be all?"
"Um, thank you Jamal." Kieran walked in and his face hardened.
"Jamal." The man turned.
"Sir. She couldn't find the tv remote." He said, to which Kieran nodded.
"I see you two have met." He was looked at me. I nodded.
"Yes sir."
"Jamal, you are dismissed."
"Yes sir. Excuse me ma'am." He tipped an imaginary hat to me, and walked out.
"I was just going to watch tv. Is that okay?"
"Why wouldn't it be?" He said. I blushed.
"I feel the need to ask."
"My father sees you as the daughter he wishes he had. If I hadn't been born, you'd be in a different seat." He said, sitting next to me motioning to the tv.
"What seat is that?" I said, turning it on.
"Mine." He said, shocking me.
"What?"

Kieran

It was true. My father had said so. Although I'm not sure if she's strong enough to take the chair. "I'm serious." I said to her, sipping my coffee. She was pretty, and I wanted to get to know her. But my father wouldn't approve. Not because he didn't like her obviously, but because he wanted to protect her.
"I know nothing about business." She said, laughing incredulously.
"Well, he would've taught you."
"Your father has helped me and my father in so many ways." She said, slightly changing subject. "With his birthday coming up, I've racked my brain for something to get him. Something that shows our appreciation."
"You're asking me?"
"Well you are his son."
"I... I don't know."
"Does he have a favorite sports team? Or activity?"
"He likes football."
"Okay, what team?"
"Well, we are Italian." I paused. "I didn't mean American football."
"Oh." She blushed. "Do they play against America?"
"Yeah. Next game is in Italy." She frowned. "I can buy tickets and put your name on it."
"No. That's not genuine." She said shaking her head.
"Okay, then what?"
"I could just get him a jersey I guess." She was upset.
"Could team up." I suggested, earning a sly look from her.
"How?" I caught her attention now.
"Well, I could buy tickets. For the four of us, and you could buy jerseys." She seemed interested.
"Four of us?"
"Yeah. You, me, my dad, and your dad."
"Three. My dad hates soccer. Or football. Whatever you want to call it." I chuckled and she blushed. "But Italy?" I nodded.
"We have a private jet so no worries on the flight."
"I've never been out of the country before."
"Never?" She shook her head. "Then it's decided." I said.
"Wait, no I couldn't ask you to spend that type of money." I shook my head.
"It's okay. Here, come on." I led her outside to the car. "Kyle."
"Sir." He smiled at her, to which I cleared my throat.
"Take us to my office." I said. He nodded. About a half hour later, he pulled into the parking garage of my office building. 37 floors, one presidential parking space, and the entire top floor was mine. The rest was lower workers. The higher in the building you go, the higher the salary. Most, if not all the workers here were unaware of my place in the mafia. "Come along." I said, and led her inside, walking her to my elevator. She seemed nervous all of a sudden. "You okay?" She nodded. "No you aren't."
"Elevators." She admitted after a moment. I pressed the button and she clung to my arm as it began to move. I felt myself blushing and pushed it down. I pulled my arm out and wrapped it around her and she hugged me.
"That help?" She nodded. When we reached the top floor, she let go and we stepped out. I led her to my office.

Ava

For a moment, I let my thoughts wander. My initial thoughts of Kieran, are not even close to what they are now. This version of him is still hard, but he cares. The fact that he hugged me to calm me in the elevator, showed me that. I was brought out of my thoughts by a woman's voice. "Hello sir!" She had a smile on her face.
"I need you to book a flight. Italy. Week trip. Put the next football match right in the middle." Her smile faltered a little.
"Um, of course sir."
"I will also need you to get three front row tickets."
"Names?"
"Me, my father, and Ava here."
"Last name?" She looked at me. There was something in her eye. She didn't like me.
"Harris." She nodded and got to work on it while he led me into his office. He sat down and began paperwork. I took that time to take in the view. A few moments later, there was a knock on the door.
"Enter." She came in, a worried look on her face.
"Sir, there aren't any seats left in the front row. Closest I could get was fifth." He sighed, and pulled out his phone. As he put it to his ear, I sat down on the chair across from him, earning a glance from him.
"Hey Roberto. Yeah I'm good. Listen, could get some pitch side seats? Three. Next game? Fantastic. Yeah no, special surprise for dad. Alright thanks. Yeah I gotta go. Thanks. Just send me the prices and stuff. Yup. Thanks." He hung up the phone. "Schedule the plane." He said, turning to her. She nodded, and left.