The Vipers

𓆙☆Seven☾𓆙

Dec 6 2049

     The next morning I woke up extremely confused and unaware of where I was. Then I remembered the events of yesterday. The day my life got flipped upside down. Mafia. Damn.
     Getting out of bed I walked over to my gigantic
bathroom. I walked inside, closing the door behind me. A silk black robe with the same symbol on the wax stamp is hung next to the door. Noting that it's there, I walk over to the shower. I turn the knob to run the water, the waterfall shower sprays warm water. Stripping off my clothes I then step into the shower, letting the warm water wash over my back and shoulders.
     After showering I step out and grab a white
fluffy towel and wrap it over myself. I go over to the vanity and pick up my brush. I run the brush through my hair and then go over to the robe. Dropping the towel, I slip into the silk robe, wrapping it around me and tying it in the front. I pull my hair to the side, draping it over my shoulder.
     I walk over to the bathroom door and open it. I
walk out of the bathroom and I'm about to go in the direction of my closet when I see a black box on my bed. I walk over to the bed and pick up the box. A black ribbon tied around it and a small paper slipped behind it. I pull out the paper and read it.

     Happy first day, boss.
     Andrea <3

     Smiling, I put the paper to the side and pull the ribbon to open the box. I move the black tissue paper to the side and pull out a black silk bodice, black silk flared pants and a black silk blazer. At the bottom of the box there's black strappy stiletto heels.
     This feels like a dream, a really weird fucked up dream. But if it wasn't real I wouldn't have woken up here. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath then open my eyes again. I slip off my robe and put it on the edge of my bed. Getting into the outfit handed to me, it fits perfectly and looks wonderful.
     Walking to the bathroom I go to the vanity and
do my makeup. I decided on a brown eyeshadow with a black graphic liner and a dark red lip. I pull my hair into one bubble braid that goes down to my middle back.
     I walk back to my room and pull on my heels
and give myself one last look in the mirror in my closet. Approving how I look and the outfit Andrea chose, I walk out of the closet. I grab my phone from my nightstand and see a text from Bo.

     Bo: Hey mafia lady, you coming to class?
     Shit I forgot about class. I obviously can't go
today.
     Me: No, I got a meeting to go to. I love you
though.
     Bo: Rude. Fine, I love you too.

     Opening my blazer I drop my phone into the
chest pocket. I walk to the door and open it, I then realize, I have no idea what I'm doing.
     Almost like he can sense my thoughts, Grayson walks up to my bedroom with a bright smile. Wearing a silk white open button up and black slacks. I realize now, no one here dresses down. "Good Morning, boss. How was your first sleep here?"
     "Really good, that bed is ten times better than
the dorm one." Closing my bedroom door behind me, I turn to face him.
     He laughs and pushes his blonde hair back.
"Yea, it's an expensive bed."
     "Worth the money, that's for sure." I put my
hands in the front pocket of my pants.
     "Good, I'm glad you liked it. Now, everyone is
waiting downstairs in the meeting room. They're extremely excited to meet you." Grayson gives me an assuring smile.
     I see a figure behind Grayson walk up to us.
"Shit, that was today?" Zayne says in a shocked tone as he walks up behind him with a shit eating smirk.
     "I swear to god.." Grayson turns and lets out a
relieved sigh. "Good, you're dressed."
     "Oh come on buddy, you'd think I'd miss
Willow becoming my boss?! Hell no." He drapes his arm over Graysons shoulders. He looks at me and smiles. "Good morning, Willow. You look stunning."
     "Call her boss or Irene and don't hit on our
boss." Grayson mumbles. If only he knew.
     Zayne pats Graysons chest. "No." He drops his
arm and walks over to me. "You ready for the vultures?" He smirks.
     "I can take them." I smirk right back and look
up at him.
     "I know you can." His smirk turns into a smile.
     "Can we go before they starve and die on us."
Grayson sighs and puts his hands on his hips.
      Zayne groans. "Yes dad. Come on, Irene." He
wraps his arm around my shoulders and pulls me away from Graysons ears. "You're sure you're ready?" His tone is softer, worried.
     I look up at him and nod softly. "Yes, I'm
ready."
     "Good, I meant it by the way. You look
stunning." He smiles and pinches my blazers in between his fingers. "Hot."
     I feel my stomach twist. "Why thank you. You
can thank Andrea for this hot outfit."
     "Oh I will thank her." He smirks and drops his
arm from around me as we walk down the staircase.
     "Zayne, I feel like there's something you're not
telling me." Grayson says as he follows us down the stairs.
     "If you needed to know, dad would have told
you." Once Zayne gets to the last step he turns towards Grayson and shrugs. "Ask him."
     "I don't want to talk to him." Grayson whines as he walks up to Zayne.
     "But you're daddy's prized treasure." Zayne
says in a mocking tone then goes back to normal. "You have an easier time talking to him than me. Just ask him. I'm not saying anything." Zayne gives him a half smile then turns and walks away.
     Grayson turns towards me. "He's a shit head."
Watching a man in such a nice outfit in such a
nice place say shit head makes me giggle.
     Walking up to him, he leads me the rest of the
way to a glass double door. People filled the seats along the long table in the middle. A big flat screen tv on the back wall. "Ready?"
     "Yes...and no." I let out a breath and took out
my sweaty hands from my pockets. "I have no idea what I'm doing."
      "Just be the badass you that you are." He smiles softly and that's something about Grayson. His smile is like saying everything will be fine. You'll make it. It was strangely convincing.
     I take in a deep breath. "Ok... let's do this then."With that he opens the door. The chatter inside stops and all eyes go to me. Panic fills my chest and rushing thoughts fill my head.
     They're not gonna like you.
     You're gonna get them killed.
     You're going to fail them.
     Zayne will see how you're a failure.
     You're going to prove Dolton wrong.
     Shoving the many thoughts aside I let out a
breath and stepped inside.
     "Good morning." I say as strongly as possible.
"Thank you for coming." I walk over to the head of a table where a big seat takes its spot. Deciding against the seat I stand instead. "My name is Willow Irene Garcia..and starting today, I will now take the place of Mr. Harris."
     Silence fills the air as a couple glances pass
through everyone. "This might seem confusing and quite honestly it is for me too." I glance at Zayne who's sitting between Andrea and a dark skinned man with a buzzed dark brown hair. Zayne gives me a small nod and assuring smile.
     I let out a small breath and looked forward to the group. "As most of you know, I'm assuming. Dolton Harris is sick and passed this company, meaning you guys, to me. My job is to make sure that I serve you all with respect as long as I get it returned."
     A hand raises, a woman with ginger hair, light
skin that's covered in freckles and bright blue eyes. "So a woman will be taking over?" There's a hopeful expression on her face.
     I nod. "Yes, that's right."
     A big smile spreads across her face.
     "Are there any questions? Concerns? Things
you want me to change? I'm here to serve you guys as long as you also help me." I place my hand on the back of the office seat.
     A guy with blonde hair and dark green eyes
speaks up. "Why you?" He says it in a way that's rude, but I take no offense.
     Zayne on the other hand stiffens and glares at
him. Ignoring the dispute I speak. "No clue. But I know that I'm the best."
     "How do you know that?" He leans forward on
the table and crosses his arms.
     "Because I've killed 31 people without any help
or being caught. Does that help?" I lean my head to the side looking at him.
     "I don't see that being good enough." He says
coolly.
     Zayne speaks up for the first time."Look if you
have-"
     "No Zayne." I step over to the blonde kid. "Are
we going to have an issue?" I stare down at him.
     "I just don't see how you're made for this." He
leans back in his seat looking up at me. He acts like his shit doesn't stink.
     "You know what I see?" I put my hand on the
back of his seat, spin it towards me then put my hands on the arm rests, leaning forward.
     He gulps and shakes his head.
     "I see your body laying in a puddle of your own
blood." I say with a smile. "Mess with me...what's your name?"
     "Karter." Andrea says joyfully. Realizing this is
the guy they warned me about, I make it my job to keep an eye on him. I hear snickering and see smirks in my peripheral vision.
     "Mess with me Karter and I'll have your head
on a platter." I put my index finger under his chin forcing him to look at me. "Now, are we good?"
     He nods repeatedly.
     "Speak." I demand.
     "Y-yes...boss." He stammers nervously.
     "Good." I release his chin and turn him forward again. "Take that as a warning to all of you. I'm a good person, nice even."
     "I can confirm this!" Andrea says with a smile.
     "But if you undermine me, or disrespect me.
You will be punished, and it won't be nice." I walk back to the front.
     "I don't want to be seen as a boss, just a leader. I want you to come to me with worries or concerns about the company. You don't need to be scared of me, just be aware. Are we on the same page?" I look around the table.
     "Yes ma'am." All of them say with bright smiles and almost proud sparkles in their eyes.
     "Good!" Changing my tone to normal I smile. "I guess this meeting is adjourned! Let's eat."
    They all nod and stand up. Releasing a breath I
shake off my tension. Everyone walks out as Andrea walks up to me, dressed to the T, black tight mid thigh dress with Chanel leggings and black calf length boots. "You look hot, who got you the outfit?" She smirks.
     "Oh you know...this cool girl who dresses like a
badass." I smirk right back and then smile.
     "Glad you like it!!" She squeals then pulls me
into a hug. "You handled Karter so well." She pulls back and looks at me. "Looked hot too."
     "Why thank you, I've dealt with assholes my
whole life so I know how to work them." I smiled and put my hands on her arms.
     "Well well, our boss knows how to work with
him." Grayson walks up to us with a smile. "That was incredible."
     "It's true, Karter is hard to work with and scare, but you did it." Andrea says and moves over to Graysons side. "Impressive."
     I feel hands plant into my shoulders, I look back and see Zayne. "You did good." He smiles a soft smile. "Good job."
     I swallow the tightness in my throat. "Thank
you, I tried my best."
     His smile grows and I feel his thumbs start to
make soft circles along my muscles. I bite back a moan, it feels so good, oh my god.
     "Are you hungry? The cooks are making
breakfast now." Andrea asks as she slips an arm around Graysons waist.
     On cue my stomach growls.
     "I'd take that as a yes." Zayne chuckles and runs his thumbs down the sides of my neck.
"Then let's eat then we can work out the rest of
the kinks." Grayson nods and smiles. "Get your hands off of her." He glares at Zayne.
     "She's tight!" Zayne says, excusing the way it
sounded.
     "Zayne!" Grayson and Andrea both yell.
     "What?! It's true!" Zayne says, his hands still
planted on my shoulders.
     "I'm gonna kill you." Grayson grumbles and
walks out of the meeting room.
     Andrea laughs and follows after him.
     "It sounded wrong didn't it...?" Zayne leans his
head forward and looks at me.
     "Very, very wrong." I laugh and look at him.
     "Well darn...oh well. Let's eat." He shrugs and
drops his beautiful strong hands from my shoulders. He walks to the door. "You coming?"
     I groan and go over to the door. "It felt so good."
     He laughs and opens the door. "I'll do more
later."
     I walk out of the door, the everlasting heat stays with me as we eat.