I stormed into the house and slammed the door shut. I went straight to my fathers office and saw him with 'workers.'
"Out. Now," I demanded and they scrambled out, "You fucking asshole! You hired a hitman? To kill the girl I fucking love. Just because she's a girl. You're such a piece of shit! I could've been happy! But you just want me to be unhappy with some random guy you pick off the street. I'm not marrying a man! That's fucking final! I'm getting the business. You don't control me! You don't control my life! You don't control Alex's either! You know why? Because I'm tired of trying to be the perfect daughter. Cause I'm not! I'm a fucking lesbian who likes girls and will run this business better than anyone has in the last hundred years," I yelled. He stood from his chair and I straightened myself out. "I grew up sitting on your lap while you made business deals. I grew up in this business. I didn't marry into it."
"That's a low blow and you know it," he said, "your mother loves me. She told me she wanted me to run it with her!"
"You turned her into a brainwashed housewife," I yelled.
"What the hell is going on in here?" I turned and saw my mother.
"He sent a hitman to kill my girlfriend. Ex-girlfriend."
"Vova!"
"What? She doesn't need her."
"Yes I do! I fucking love her. But god forbid you don't get a straight daughter."
"I'm trying to do what's best for you," he yelled, "don't you get that? No one will take you seriously without a man beside you."
"I don't need one. I know how to make deals. I know how to fight, shoot a gun. I know what to do when a deal goes wrong. Trust me. I know how to manage these things."
"Fine. Run the business for a week. You lose, Alex gets killed. You do it, she lives."
"Fine. You'll have more clients than ever by the end of the week," I said and shook his hand, "call me out of school."
He shrugged and left. I sat at his computer and started organising his things, ordering a couple file cabinets for financials. I won't bore you with the details. It only got interesting when I had to go to a drop off. I grabbed the briefcase and walked towards the other guys. I had sunglasses on with a Glock 42 in my other hand.
"Where's my money?" I asked. He handed me the duffel bag and I looked at one of my guys. "Count this. Quickly. I don't have all day."
"Yes, ma'am." They went to the car and started counting. "It's short two grand."
I looked at them. "Where's the two grand?"
They all looked at each other and went back to their car. They searched it and handed it to me, letting me hand it to my guys. "Clear."
I held open the case and they nodded, taking it. We went our separate ways and I put my gun away. I pushed my sunglasses up as I walked towards my house. "Alex?"
"I'm sorry." She stood from the steps and I grabbed her hand.
"I can't talk to you. I'm figuring this out. My dad can't-"
"I can't what," I heard. I looked at him.
"Nothing. Go. Now. Please," I said to her. She threw her arms around me and I hugged her back. "Go. I'll talk to you later." She released me and left.
"Who was that?"
"You should know." I got into the house and went back to his office. It wasn't hard to run the business. I knew what I was doing. I learned how to do this when I was ten. Yeah, growing up as a drug-lord's child was fun and serious. I learned how to shoot a gun when I was four.
"Mischa," my father said.
"I don't have time." I replied and answered the phone.
"I'm out," I heard someone say.
"Who is this?"
"Hayden."
"Why do you want to leave," I asked.
"You haven't paid me in a month."
"What," I replied and pulled up the financial files, "fucking idiot. Not you. My father."
"You're in training?"
"Yeah."
"Good luck," he replied.
"I'm wiring you the payment now. I am so sorry."
"Thank you."
-
"Alex," I yelled as I saw her at the mall on Wednesday. She turned around and broke away from her friends.
"What happened Monday?" I explained everything that's been happening. From my dad being an ass to me running the business. "So, can we talk?"
"Yes. You know what number to text me at. But it's a dangerous business."
"I know. Trust me. All I've thought about while I've locked myself in my house."
"What?"
"I didn't leave my house yesterday. I wasn't at school. I'm scared as fuck. Because your dad is trying to kill me!"
"I'll call him off."
-
"So, the father daughter dance is next week. Who are you taking," Alex asked as I walked around with her. I adjusted the gun in the waistband of my pants and looked at her through my sunglasses.
"Not going. You?"
"My brother. He always takes me." She took her hand and fixed her shirt.
"Let's sit. I'll get us some food."
"Babe, it's a cupcake shop," she replied.
"I have eyes. I know."
"But I have to work on my summer bod."
"You look fabulous like always," I said and pecked her lips. She blushed, a smile forming across her face, and nodded. I walked in and pushed my shades up to rest in my hair. I got us a couple of drinks and cupcakes.
"So, where are we going this summer?"
"I'm gonna visit Russia for about two weeks. But the beach before I leave and after I get back."
"Can I come with you?"
"Babe-"
"Mischa, please," she begged, "you never talk about your other family and I've always wanted to meet them." I signed and sat down.
"It's not safe for you. Straight up. There are a lot of people over there that don't particularly like my family. Most of them being rival mafia members. I can not risk you getting hurt or killed."
"Mischa-"
"No. End of discussion," I replied and took a bite of my cupcake.
"You're an ass."
"And you have a great ass," I replied. She wasn't impressed to say the least so I pulled my phone out and moved my chair beside hers. She flipped the camera off when I tried to take a picture with her.
"Glad you love me so much."
