The Gang Girl

Chapter 9- Meetings

// Alexis outfit up above, I'll post the image of the tattoo on the next one, promise.//

After dinner, I dash upstairs to my bathroom and have a shower. A rather long one. To be honest, I'm delaying the inevitable. I have to go see my dad and don't want to. Not about this. After emerging from my shower, I wrap myself up in a fluffy towel, trying to keep the chill of winter away as I dash out of my bathroom and into my walk in wardrobe where I had deposited my suitcase and duffle bag amongst the other boxes that had arrived ahead of me. A brief glance around lets me locate the boxes labeled 'jeans', 'blouses, and 'shoes' and I navigate my way to them after grabbing some underwear out of my suitcase.

I pull out my black skinny jeans, black pumps and white flowing top that has no back.

I walk out of the wardrobe, deposit my shoes at the end of my bed and dash back to the bathroom to pull on my clothes, blow dry my blonde hair, brush it and pull it back into a messy ponytail. I grab my dog tags off of the bathroom counter and clip them back around my neck, where they fall into their normal position. His above mine. I look at them before slipping them underneath my top.

Strolling casually out of the bathroom, I sit on the edge of my king bed and slip my heels on. Sighing I stand up, grab my coat off of my bed where I had chucked it when I came home, slip it on and make my way to papa's office.

I don't bother knocking before opening the door. He knows I'm coming.

Or should I say they know I'm coming.

"Die Tür schließen." My father says softly, not looking up from whatever he's looking at on his computer. I close the door with a soft click and take in the massive space that I used to play in as a child when mum was out and dad would be left on child duty while having to do work.

For an office, it's pretty big. But then so is the house.

The 5-metre wall behind dad is just one massive bookshelf, with the desk sitting in the centre of the room and my father seated in the leather chair behind it. Couches to the left and right, with two armchairs sitting in front of the desk.

My father's right-hand man, Mikhail, is standing behind papa and gives me a brief nod, to which I return before glancing around the room. Kaspar is standing on dad's left, with a rigid pose and arms crossed across his chest, frowning at whatever dad is looking at on the computer screen.

The couches on the left of the room are occupied by three men from dad's gang, plus Zakhar and Ivan, Mikhail's son.

I notice that one of the men sitting on the couch gets a hungry look in his eyes as they roam over my body. I throw my guard up and change my expression from one of relaxed interest to one that will freeze hell.

Not that that makes him stop grinning at me like I'll open my legs for him.

"Sweetie my eyes are up here." I snap at him, feeling violated.

He stands up to reveal his 6-foot giant frame and muscular build. Too bad his build is bigger than his brain. I like men easy on the eye, but damn it, they have to be smarter than this idiot who thinks he can lay a finger on his gang leaders daughter and not get smashed.

He saunters up to me and gets real close.

Do not step back

My conscience snaps at me.

Wasn't going to, who do you think I am? I sass.

"Baby, I know where your eyes are. But all this looks a lot better than your eyes." He whispers with a smirk which I return.