First book for 'The Game's' series!
Sofia Garcia, also known as the assassin Raven, has always had a messy life then it gets messier when she goes to a dance and accidentally- (on purpose) kisses the most dangerous mafia boss only to end up in a spi...
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Sitting in my dad's chair yet again, I spin myself now wanting to do anything. The amount of sugar I consumed yesterday provided me with the unlimited energy which is great. It's after effects? Not so great.
The construction from yesterday finished pretty quickly and Dads room has transformed, all the stuff from my other office had been moved and organized in my dad's office in one day. As much as I don't like this new set up I gotta say I'm impressed how they did all that in a day.
My desk is on one side of the room and I have a bookshelf built for my books and files, it looks like my old office but somehow better. Dad really did keep his word, Im expected to work here and drive with him till he lifts my grounding. So the she day I've been in the office under his watch. I still chose to sit on my dad's chair even if I have my own and I don't think he cared as long as I stayed in the room.
Dad is terrible at grounding though, that was usually Mom's thing. I don't think he even knows what it actually means. I bet he will forget in a week's time that he grounded me.
My stomach has been turning the whole day and Dad didn't want to leave me home again. I act like a baby when I'm sick.
I'm not dressed up as I usual, I'm wearing some plain Christmas pajama pants with an oversized hoodie that I probably got on one of my trips. Or one of my exes.
"Dad?" I groan scrunched up in a ball with my head later on the armrest.
He looks over at me from the bookshelf in his office. His glasses are hanging on the bridge of his nose as he looks over at me.
"What's up? You ok?" He asks worried.
"Oh yeah I'm all good. Just wondering, when's the exiting things happening? Like you know the parties and stuff?" I ask stating at the ceiling.
"You and parties." He grumbles looking back at the shelves. "There's a mafia ball next month again. Promise you won't do anything stupid. The host made sure to make that very clear in the invitation letter."
I groan in return. Those stupid mafia parties and their stupid mafia people. It's not like I hate all of them, some hosts are very fun. To a certain extent. But things start to get boring after a while, they should be happy they have me.
"Sofia?" Dad gives me that look.
"Ok I promise." I'll just decorate their house after the party.
"And no doing anything after the party." He says in a finalized voice like he knew what I was thinking.
"You're no fun!" I groan and he laughs.
Suddenly the door slams open and a man walks in. What is with people and slamming the door open?!? Every fucking day!
I look up at the guy and watch him closely, scanning him for danger on instinct. But damn he's fine. My scanning then turned to checking out, he's wearing a white shirt that outlines his muscles, he styled it eitha silver chain and simple dress pants. Pause? He looks familiar.
