A Gift To The Mafia

Chapters- Whishore

Iyanna's POV

The drive to Whishore was not as long as I thought it would be. For the entire time I admired the luscious green mountains on either side of the road.

"We are here now" Mr. Parry said. He was the driver, a very nice man who thought that he was a comedian.

I looked Up onto the massive stone wall structure before me. It was indeed bigger than all the houses in Westborn. It was surrounded with beautiful flowers and from the gate you could still see the mountains.

"Little me will get lost here" I  muttered. Parry heard me and chuckled.

"No one has ever gotten lost here, young miss. Now let me help take your suitcases inside" He said.

I was nervous even though I promised my parents and sister that I would be brave. I could not let them down now, I had to do what I promised I would.

"This way ma'am" Parry led me to the entrance of the house where a mature looking lady was waiting.

"Is this her?" She asked.

Clearly I was expected but her tone told me I wasn't really welcome.

"Yes, this is her," Parry answered.

"Good morning I-"

She grabbed my hand before I could finish introducing myself.

"Come child, save all the pleasantries, we are running late already. Parry get some help from one of the boys to take her cases to Mr. Goffery's room" she instructed.

late for what? I wanted to ask but she seemed so callous so I was afraid. She didn't even tell me her name.

I followed her to a large room that was bright, lights flowed from every window around the room. It has a desk with two chairs and all that was on the wall was a picture of a beautiful dark-haired woman.

I couldn't help but to admire the painting. Her eyes were kind, that's how my father would describe Meralynn.

"She is beautiful right?" the woman asked in a thick Wishore accent. A mixture of Irish and English. I've always loved the way they spoke and how they seemed to have their own language.

"Sure, she is, her hair is beautiful" I replied.

"She was a beautiful soul and I hope that any woman that wishes to take her place will be just as kind and courageous as she '' She said as she looked me up and down.

Something about her tone when she spoke I didn't take a liking to but I was taught to not speak out of place or judge anyone by their words.

My father would say "words meant nothing coming from a man's mouth but his noble actions could make him honourable."

My father did say a lot of things and I look where I ended up.

"Who is she?" I asked.

"We shall discuss all of that later, come now I have to let you sign an agreement to not talk about anything that you see here. The Valant's are big on privacy and wishes that everyone that passes through here, knows that and respected it '' There goes her tone again.

She called me to the desk and placed a pen down on a piece of paper. I took the paper up and read the big bright words.

"WHAT YOU SEE HERE LET IT REMAIN HERE OR YOU SHALL SUFFER DEARLY"

‐------------ Sign

Something told me she wrote this. Anyways I put my signature on the dotted lines and placed the pen back onto the paper.