Miss Mafia

CH.1

As I was walking down the hallways of my dad's seventh vacation home I started wondering why my dad wanted to talk to me in the first place.

Usually when we want to get together we go to his condo in Miami but I guess he just felt like going to London for a conversation that probably won't last longer than 5 minutes.

Thats how most visits with my dad went anyway.

Fly out to Florida.

Kick out whoever is renting the beach house down in KeyWest.

Settle in.

Fly up to Miami.

Meet up with my dad.

Talk with my dad.

And then fly back down to KeyWest to get the renters moved back in.

I mean I love my dad, I truly do. But growing up with him wasn't the best experience. My mom died a few months after I was born, leaving me the only child to a ruthless mafia leader.

Yeah a mafia leader, seems like a great person to raise a kid right?

Wrong.

After my mom died my father spent the next few years moping around, until one day he met some German model, got married, and then later divorced her. It basically was that way for the next nineteen years. The great thing about my dad's divorces is that the whores he gets with don't benefit from it at all. They get no money at all. Which means more for me.

That so didn't sound selfish or conceited at all.

But anyway there once was this one lady that my dad married that said she was carrying his child. I mean I was 11, so when I heard I was excited to finally be getting the sibling I've always wanted. Even my dad was ecstatic. And with being a mafia leader the only moments of true ecstasy he gets are when he's spending time with me, or when new money is brought in.

But this was short lived for the Wicked Witch had lied and wasn't carrying my father's child, but the child of her ex-stepdaughter's son. If that isn't a first-class hoe I don't know what is.

So I was raised to be ruthless, cunning, strong, and fearless. Basically I was raised to be a mini female version of my father. Which I thought was a bad thing, but I realized it was more of a blessing. Every time someone dared to dump me I just threatened to cut off their balls and sell them on the black market. I've never felt the "pain" of male rejection. Can't say the same for my ex-boyfriends. 

So basically I am the "heir" to my father's mafia "throne", aka I'm going to lead the mafia once my dad either retires or dies. Honestly the second thing is most likely to happen before the first. He loves leading the mafia as much as he loves me, which is a lot, and loves bossing around everyone working for him. I'm just like his mafia's replacement leader if something happens.

Which is a responsibility I take close to heart and wont let anyone take away from me.

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"Hi daddy!" I said as I walked into the room to greet him. I gave him quick kiss on the check before sitting in the seat across from him.

He was almost immediately brought out of his small trance upon hearing my voice.

Almost. 

"Hey sweetheart, how are you?" I quickly took in my father before answering. His once dark hair now sprinkled with gray, and his handsome face now covered in worry lines. My father has gone through some crazy things as a most wanted mafia leader but he is always able to recover as strongly as he started, something I deeply admire.

"Good. Hey you remember Melissa Turner right? Well you know how when she married you she wanted to have our last name?  Now she's remarried with three kids and still has the last name Williams! Isn't that crazy? If I was her husband that would for sure piss me off but-"

My father shook his head but managed to maintain a smile on his face. "Blair I was talking about you, not one of my ex-wives," he chuckled "Anyways I should probably start talking about the real reason why I brought you out to London, especially since I know you can get bored quite quickly," I made a small smile and nodded my head agreeing. 

"As you know I am getting older, and with the work and energy needed to run the mafia, I may no longer be able to keep up with it all. And I know all of your life you've been made to believe that you will take over my mafia but-"

Oh hell no. 

"What are you saying? Am I not going o run the mafia after you? Do you think I'm not strong enough? Mature enough? Or is it because I'm a girl? Why would you think I can't run this thing? I've been way to involved in this as your 'apprentice' to have it taken away from me!" I was now standing out of my chair practically smoking out of my ears.

My dad's clenched his jaw and gave me his signature "your getting shit now" look. I grew a bit of fear but I knew my father wouldn't do anything rash...to me at least.

"Could you shut up and let me finish? Jesus Blair you always jump to conclusions before you know any of the facts" Now my father was fuming from his nose.

I immediately shut up and sat back down. For I knew what happens when my dad gets angry. Especially since another thing I inherited from him was his heated temper.

He took a second to calm down before continuing to speak. Which confirmed that he was really pissed. 

"As you know since you are a little...wild and reckless... so the other, less powerful, mafias that I have made alliances with do not approve of you taking over the mafia. I believe that they are jealous of the power you are inheriting, but I cannot control what they do or think. But they also think that before you start to lead or fully "train" to lead you should behave more maturely and  settle down." My father stayed quite while I took in what he just said.

Now I wasn't holding back on my anger. 

Attention everyone! Make way for... BITCHY BLAIR!

I wasn't holding back now. "First of all how dare those people, that have never met me, think that they can choose to plan my life for me? Who do they think they are? And how would getting married make me less 'wild' or 'reckless', I don't care if I marry in seven weeks or in seven years. I WILL NOT LET THEM CHOOSE MY LIFE FOR ME!" My father stared at me with a shocked look on his face. I guess he didn't expected me to react like that. But he should've know better. It could have been because I had never yelled at him like that before. But I think he let me get away with it since the situation was so ridiculous.

"Hey can I come in now?" There standing in the doorway was what most girls would call "God's gift to the Earth" but I've always know him as "the pain in my ass".

Yup, you probably didn't guess it but there standing in the doorway was Killian Wayne.