𝐋𝐚 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚|𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐨 (𝟏𝟖+)

05

Lisa

I woke up hot.

I only ever slept in a pair of sweatpants and kept the temperature at a cool sixty degrees Fahrenheit.

Which meant that someone had turned the heat up on my floor.

Now, I wasn't an irrational woman. But I had rules, one of which, stated that no one was to touch the fucking thermostat.

I grab my phone off the nightstand and call the head maid. "Is the air conditioning broken?" I ask.

She fumbles and stutters and it only makes my
sour mood worse. "No-"

"Then why is it so hot on my floor?" I wasn't normally this ill tempered, but my days have been throw off since a brown eyed teenage girl stormed into my home.

"Oh, I believe that was Jisoo, Sir. She had altered the temperature last night. Complaining about the cold."

My jaw tightens. "Very well. That's all." I say, before disconnecting the call and forcing my temper down with a cold morning shower.

But even that doesn't help.

That girl has been getting on my nerves.

What I thought would be a minor inconvenience at best has turned out to be Jisoo - granted unknowingly-making my life a lot harder.

She's spoiled, needy, bratty and has absolutely no boundaries.

These were all things that Rosé had informed me would take a little getting use to. But she underestimated her ability to piss me off.

I killed the last man that pissed me off.

But I couldn't do that with her. Nor could I really say anything in fear of upsetting her.

I - Lalisa Manoban, now had to sit around and worry about upsetting a nineteen year old brat, who desperately needed some sense knocked into her.

I'm not a woman who just likes to sit around and take it.

But then I think about her mamá. Laura.

She was loyal, hardworking and apart of my Famiglia. Our ties were stronger than blood. And the one thing she'd requested of me was to take care of Jisoo if anything were to happen to her.

I'd given her my word. And I was never one to break a promise.

I try to rid the terrible mood by looking on the
bright side of things.

Jisoo could be sweet and mean well. She was young and her behaviour was mostly my fault.

Jisoo was treated like a Princess and my money was making sure of it.

I was indirectly fueling the fire by spoiling her all these years. I just hadn't realized the true consequences of my actions.

She's nineteen - old enough to know better, yet the sheltered life we provided her had messed up her chances of independence.

Not to mention the amount of affection and attention she craved. It still threw me off.

I was making an effort to be as accommodating as possible. It was clear the girl was naturally affectionate, but I'd never shown this much affection to any women, not even the ones I've fucked.

Not that I'm comparing her to them for I wouldn't even think of her in that way or cross that line.

I'd gathered all I needed to know about Jisoo in
the few short days of knowing her.

Like the fact that her need for affection and attention stemmed from the lack of attention she was given as a child.

Her mother tried her best to be a mother. But she held a high position in my mafia, one she earned through hard work, dedication and time. Oftentimes forcing her to choose between her daughter and us.