Beyond What Meets The Eye

Chapter Seventeen

Mira spent the rest of the day in bed, asking herself one question; what was she doing there? One minute, she was there to gather information for the other families, the next she wanted to stay with her dad and have a normal relationship. Now, she realized that no matter how much she wanted things to be normal with him, they weren't. He killed people for his job, and no matter how much he cared about her, she knew that wouldn't changed. If he had it his way, he would continue to keep her blindsided, telling her just enough to keep her from asking questions. And sadly enough, she probably would have believed him, even if she had her doubts, just so that she could continue to be there with him.

He had offered her a way out, and she probably should have taken it. Drop everything and start completely fresh somewhere, but who knew how far the Lucchese, and now even the Genovese families would go. A threat to take her own life might be the only thing to make him consider giving them what they wanted.

Amidst it all, she realized what she really wanted was one thing; to get away from all this. She walked over to the window in her room, folding her arms as she looked out of it, graphic images of the man's brain being blown to bits flashing through her mind.

Adrian said that if things went the way they needed it to, her father wouldn't have to die. If she was going to be feeding the families information, she needed reassurance. If anything, maybe her father would be forced to step away from this life, which might actually be for the better. She would have to play both sides.

If she wanted to get the information she needed, she'd have to get her father to trust her more. She needed to prove she could handle the truth.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket, and glanced down to see it was a spam of texts from Jayla, asking her where the hell she was and that couch was pissed.

"Shit," Mira muttered, realizing she hadn't told anyone she wasn't going to be in class or at practice. She typed up something about a death in the family, saying she'd be out for the week and sent it to both her and coach. Hopefully, a week would be all she needed.

That was if people like Leo didn't decide to snuff her out before then. She let out a grunt, thinking about the way he'd shown her the surveillance room at just the right time. That asshole definitely knew what he was doing. Fine. If he wanted to play dirty, she'd gladly partake. Her father was the boss, and she'd use that to her full advantage.

She made her way to the door and stepped out into the hall. Her father resided in the penthouse of the building, so he likely kept some important items up there. She rode the elevator to the top floor where she was greeted by two security guards.

"Miss, this is Mr. Bonnanos' residences," One of them stated as she stepped out before them. She plastered a fake, innocent smile on her face.

"Oh yeah, my dad said he had some meetings but later he'd meet me up here." She gave them her best 'I'm just a teen girl' look and watched as they exchanged glances. After a moment, one of them unlocked the door and stepped aside to let her head in. She kept her smiling facade until the door closed shut behind her, a frown crossing her lips. First things first, she walked through the exquisite suite, eyes scanning the walls for any sort of security cameras. Shockingly, she found none. It seemed her father didn't like the idea of someone watching him. Of course, with all the security he had, he probably didn't need any.

Sparing one last cautious glance at the door, she roamed down the hall, finding a bathroom, and what she assumed was his bedroom at the end. Of course, his bedroom door was locked with a keypad. Curiously, she typed in the same one she did for his room back at home, but unfortunately he was smart enough not to have the same password for everything.

Deciding she didn't want to risk him seeing multiple incorrect attempts, she made her way back to the living room and kitchen. She walked around slowly, taking everything in, looking for anything useful. Nothing but a bunch of overpriced décor and fancy dish sets. She opened grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl sitting on the center of the island and took a bite.