Lost And Found..

Owning It

Emilie's POV

I woke up to a hungover and a.. dude in my bed?? The actual fuck?? "Uhm sir" I said poking him. "Mmm baby, miss me already" The disgusting thing sitting beside me asked. "Get the fuck out of my house and never show your face to me again. If you do, I guarantee you that you won't ever see the light of day ever again." I said with a stern voice. "Come on baby, you know you want all of this. Just like last night" He said with that disgusting smirk. "No and I suggest you leave before I shoot the living daylights out of you." I said and his smirk turned into a scared look. "Ok ok jeez" and he rushed out of my sight.

I took a shower and freshened up before putting on my outfit of the day. It was a black turtleneck sweater, paired with black slacks and a pair of black heeled boots. I sprayed some of my favorite perfume and wore very light makeup.

I rushed downstairs and took a slice of bread with me to my black Lamborghini  Huracán Tecnica. It took me 15 minutes to get to the headquarters of the French mafia. I parked my car next to Antoine's car and headed up the elevator. What was once an elevator filled with people was now emptied out and it was only me in there. I pushed the button of floor 46 and it made its way to the 46th floor.

"You are late. Again." oh fuck. "Hi dad" i said with a sly smile. "princesse, you should be more punctual. What do you think people are gonna say about you. That you don't deserve to be the Don because you are not showing your leadership skills and-" before he could finish I cut him off " I know papa. I want to make sure these rats don't think that low of me. And I promise you pa that I will ensure that I would make a great mafia leader, a female Don. I know my duties but I just got carried away at my birthday party last night" I said with a sad smile. I know birthdays are supposed to be fun but to me it isn't. Because that was the day my mom left. Gone. That was although three years ago. "Princesse, I know you miss your mama. I do too. But she wouldn't want this. I miss her touch, her voice, her laugh. Everything. But we can't do anything but pray. Pray she is in a safe place, tha-" "NO! we can do something. I have been planning. The Italians are  hosting their annual ball next Friday night. Me and Antoine are going and I will make Lucas Ramirez fall onto his knees for me." I've got it all planned out and Antoine and I will be going as Ms. Christina Schauffer and Mr. Alexander Schauffer. 

Lucas Ramirez, the son to the killer of my mother, Stefano Ramirez. You better watch out, as I will make sure that you are wrapped around my finger so I will have access to that stupid mafia. Mark my words Ramirez, Watch. The. Fuck. Out.

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Second chapter woohoo!! I will only plubish when i Have the time since i have school and other important things needed to be done. Thank you and please vote for this story!!!