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❝He took one look at her and he knew she was the perfect kind of trouble: a good girl who knew exactly when to be bad.❞
Zayn Malik. Ruthless leader of one of the largest mafia organizations within Nevada. Who also owns the most popu...
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🥀 E V E R L Y
"Everly, I raised you better than this." My father says, sighing heavily as he leans forward on his elbows.
I don't respond, I just cross my arms and roll my eyes. He's acting as if I've done some ridiculous thing, when what really happened isn't that big of a deal. So I knocked the shit out of the neighbour's daughter, what's the problem? She slept with my now ex boyfriend.
I gave him the courtesy of my knee in his nuts and thought she deserved the same. However, she doesn't have balls so she got my fist in her face.
I avoid eye contact with my father, glancing down at my knuckles that are covered in deep bruises. The one knuckle is even cut a little bit, but it's fine. Nothing I haven't dealt with before.
"But Dad, she—"
"I don't give a fuck, Everly. You can't go 'round town punching people out."
I sit in my seat feeling as if I'm being scolded like a child. This is degrading considering I'm an adult and I can make my own damn choices. Yet my father still sees me as an immature, naive little girl who can't do anything more than fuck up.
And I do. I'd love to say I punched that bitch out just to piss him off but that's not the case. Most things I do now are done just to screw up his business but he always manages to clean it up before anything else can be done.
Just like Dean. I'm positive that my father's already hopped on that. I wouldn't be surprised if he sent his men and they made it look like an accident before cleaning every trace up and disposing of his lifeless body. In fact, I'm surprised I'm not being scolded for that yet but I guess it's all in due time.
When the door behind us opens, I look back to see Luca standing in the doorway. He doesn't say anything but I notice that him and my father share the same glance. Someone's obviously here, which means that my dad will kick me out of his office and send me elsewhere in the house.
This is what my father did. He's the leader of a gang of criminals better known as a mafia. He has people left, right, and centre who would risk their lives in order to ensure his safety. He has many job titles as well. He is a pimp, of sorts, with women meeting their clients for sex and my father getting a cut of each transaction. He also forces locals to pay him for protection, he sells a little bit of drugs here and there, and also runs guns.
When Luca steps back outside of the room, I turn back to my father. He stands up, straightens his tie and then walks around the desk. "Now, Everly, I don't expect to be having this conversation with you again."
