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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One thing I've learned about Ales is that he doesn't know how to be a gentleman. The first night I noticed that was my drunk situation, he left me blocks away from my house in the middle of the night while I was drunk. I confronted him about it and he saw nothing wrong with what he did.
As I unlocked the front door and stepped into the house, the aroma of my dad's cooking filled the air. I found him in the kitchen, sipping on a glass of water. He looked up and smiled as I entered.
"Sofia! How was your day?" my dad asked cheerfully.
"Eh," I replied, feeling drained.
"Ah, one more thing. You're getting married next month. Either you or Sara can plan the wedding, with help, of course. Let me know if you want to take the lead in planning," my dad informed me.
"Dad, I haven't even taken off my shoes yet!" I protested.
As I removed my shoes and made my way to the couch, I collapsed in exhaustion. This day had felt like an eternity.
Dad sat next to me, and I rested my head on his shoulder. He absentmindedly ran his fingers through my hair, a comforting gesture since I was a child. A peaceful silence enveloped us, and I found myself forgetting why I was upset with him.
"I'm sorry for what happened in the office," my dad apologized softly.
I nodded and snuggled closer to him.
"I understand, you just wanted the beat for us."
"I love you, Vivs," he said with a warm smile, pulling me into a hug.
"Love you too, Pa," I replied, hugging him tightly.
We stayed like that for a while, until drowsiness overtook me, and I made my way upstairs to my room. I wished my nighttime routine were less complicated at moments like this. I hurried through a quick shower and condensed my skincare routine to hasten my journey to bed.
Finally, I leaped into my bed and switched off the lights, leaving the small bedside lamp on, a sign of my fatigue from the day.
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The next morning, I woke up feeling a bit lazy and decided to spend the entire day on the couch. While watching movies, I made some calls and replied to emails, mostly from work. These calls were short and not very important, just regular check-ins.
The most crucial call I needed to make was to my assistant Mel. She has been my right-hand person for as long as I can remember, and I consider her like an older sister. We handle everything together, from managing my meetings and missions to simple everyday tasks. I grabbed my computer and settled down at a table to make the call.
"Good morning, miss. Do you need anything?" Mel's voice came through the phone.
"Hi Mel, unfortunately, I won't be able to make it to the agency today, so we'll have to do this over the phone. Let's get straight to business," I said, and I could hear her shuffling things around on the other end of the line.
