Miss Mafia

Ch.2

"What is he doing here?"  I said through gritted teeth. 

I've know Killian Wayne my entire life.

My dad and his dad used to be very close friends. Killian's dad worked very closely next to my father for as long as I could remember. They were the inseparable Ansel Williams and Desmond Wayne. Until there no longer was a Desmond Wayne...

Back to what I was saying, I've know Killian my entire life.  

We were forced to spend time with each other while our parents beat the shit out of captives. 

We're only a year apart so we were always about at the same "level in life" as each other. Or at least thats what the maids would call it. When Killian was thirteen his voice started changing, while at the same time I started getting my period and turning into  "a major spoiled bitch brat".  At least thats what the maids would call me. 

Off topic but I especially remember when Killian kissed me, back when we were seven and eight. I threatened to cut off his balls and hang them from my dad's chandelier if he were to do it again. 

Unfortunately he never did it again. 

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"What is he doing here?" I said through gritted teeth. 

My dad looked between me and Killian quickly before standing up to greet him. 

They did this weird bro-handshake hug thing before taking a seat. My father sat in front of me while Killian sat in the seat next to me. Ugh.

"Blair you have to let me explain that-" I stood up, not letting him finish and started to yell.

"Bertha! COME HERE NOW!" I don't know whether one of the maids thats stationed in the London vacation home was named Bertha, but I did know that one of them will end up coming anyway. 

Not even ten seconds later a young, and very pretty, lady came running into the room. 

She came up to me and slightly bowed her head. I glanced down at her and saw her name tag said "Pam". I rolled my eyes. 

She looked up at me. "What would you like ma'm?" I again rolled my eyes, every maid should know to address me by "Miss. Blair" not "ma'm". 

"Yeah I'll take a large glass of very cold water, and make it quick," I sat back down and started to check my phone. 

Twenty-seven new messages from: Stephanie Prosser. 

Wow she couldn't wait patiently for another hour, typical Stephanie. 

I put my phone back down and turned to see "Pam" flirting with Killian. 

"Would you like anything Mr. Wayne?" she giggled and played with her thumbs. 

Yuck. 

He made one of those cute boyish smiles and shook his head. "Oh come on Pam, you can call me Killian, 'Mr. Wayne' was my father."  She giggled again and repeated her question.

Did I just say Killian's smile was cute?

"Would you like anything Killian?" She giggled. Oh my lord she is just some poor little girly giggling machine isn't she? 

Pam looked at me in shock, while my father glared at me, while Killian was trying to hold back a laugh. 

"Did I say that out loud?" The staring continued so I guess I did. 

Pam went running out of the room, while my father and Killian looked at me.

"Jealous are we?" laughed Killian making another cute smile.

Why do I keep calling him cute? 

I rolled my eyes "You wish," 

My father cleared his throat bringing our attention back on him. 

I tried doing my best sweet and innocent daughter voice to make sure my dad didn't know I was actually super pissed. 

"So daddy, you wanted to tell me something else?" I batted my eyes and pulled on my best "face of innocence". Which was far from what face I had on on the inside. 

"Yes, umm , there is no better way to put this but..."

I leaned in closer to show how interested I was, while honestly I didn't really care since I knew I was going to be pissed no matter what he says next. 

"You and Killian are going to be getting married."

Bahahahaha! Loving all the cliffhangers.