Blood and Dresses [Book 4]

Chapter 3

"Ma'am?" I question, looking at my dean in front of me. "Ms. Gold, it's come to my attention that you and Mr. Warner have become close, is that correct?" She looks over a few papers then back up at me. "We've always been close, ma'am." I answer back politely.

"Do you know that it's against the rules of this school to date another student, Ms. Gold?" I look over the slim, beautiful woman, hating every fiber of her. "It's not, ma'am." Her glasses sit low on the bridge of her nose as she gives me a cold stare over the rim.

"Listen," She begins, folding her hands neatly. "I will not have some no good Russian mafia child come into my school with her mafia ways, ruining everything." She suddenly barks at me. "You will keep your distance from Mr. Warner and you will go home for the rest of today, come back tomorrow refreshed. I know who you are, Ms. Gold. No need to hide because I already know.

I've called your father and he's on his way." What the fuck is she talking about? A mafia? My dad was in a gang for a while when he was like fifteen. I nod my head as she dismisses me. Walking back to my class I grab my bag, waving goodbye to Dally, then heading to the front doors where dad waits for me.

"Hey, buttercup. What happened?" He muses as I get in the car. "Apparently we're not allowed to date other students." I murmur. "Can I ask you something?" He hums in return as he starts our drive home. "What connection do we have to the Russian mafia?"

Just as the question comes out my father starts uncontrollably coughing and choking. "What?" He asks, glancing to me. "The dean said I'm a no good Russian mafia child. She also said that she knows who we are." I explain, watching my dad's face. Not once has it faltered. "Dad, who are we?"

"Call your mother and tell her we're on our way home and that we need to discuss the thing." He states, quickly handing me his phone. I unlock it and dial momma's number. I tell her and I notice that she, as well, is freaking out. After I hang up, dad takes his phone and we pull into the driveway.

"You will go straight to the kitchen table and wait there until your mother and I come in." He orders in a serious tone. I nod almost running to the kitchen. I sit there for a painful forty-five minutes before they come in and sit down with me. Mom is in tears and dad has a stern look on his face.

"Rosaline Van Gold," My dad scolds. "What we say here will not leave your mouth again until you are told otherwise. You are going to hear some things that will make you angry, nonetheless you need to sit here and let us finish our story. After we dismiss you you can take as much time needed to adjust." With the speech just being started, I can feel my palms sweat.

"Do you understand?" He asks, sitting straight. I take notice that he's changed into an all black suit that I rarely see him in. "Yes, sir." Momma sniffles, reaching over and gripping my father's hand. He raises they're connected hands, kissing her knuckles and giving her a reassuring look.

"Your grandfather was the mafia leader before me, your grandmother was killed because of it," I suddenly feel like the air has been knocked out of me. "I met your mom when we were in highschool, although your grandfathers were best friends. Soon after we met, I was sworn in to mafia leader. Years after we got married and had you.

"Your mother and I thought it would be better to leave the mafia out of your life to keep you out of danger, but I guess it always finds a way. You, naturally, would be the next leader. However, you haven't had the training for it so we're giving it to someone else."

"What if I want to do it?" I ask, looking between them. "Is that something you want?" My father asks me. "I'm not sure, but in the future, what if it is?" Mom looks to dad with pleading eyes but he ignores them. "Then I'd have to start training you right away." He states firmly. My mother has a tear roll down her cheek as she whispers something in his ear but he shakes it off.

"Momma?" I look to her. "What do you think?" She looks to dad for a second and he nods. "It's a very dangerous life," She says steadily. "I've been kidnapped, raped, almost killed dozens of times. I've even been shot and I have the scars to show you. I never wanted this life for you. I wanted you to be a normal girl with normal friends, a normal boyfriend like Dalton."

"You can't trust anyone in that life. I was beaten, kidnapped, and raped by a man that grew up with your father." I look over my two parents, trying to see mafia leaders in them and I can't. "Show me." I tell them. "Show me everything." My father nods and my mother reluctantly allows him to get up.

We all get in dad's car and they begin driving me off somewhere. Once we've finally arrived I look over the house. It's a dark gray, almost black mansion, it has a gate that opens to lead the driveway.

"What is this place?" I ask. "This is where your mother and I ran the mafia before we had you. We still use it." Mom grabs dad's hand, holding it. "We own it?"

"We own quite a few houses." I decide to hold my other questions until after they've shown me everything. We get out and my parents walk hand in hand, my dad lazily throwing am arm over my shoulders. Dad guides mom and I in the house first and immediately mom is walking off somewhere.

"Dear, wait up. She doesn't know where anything is." My dad calls to her. She waves us off saying she has something to do in her office then she disappears.

Dad walks me around the house showing me different things including the guns. It's not a secret that I have an eye for the guns despite never being around them before.

Running my hand over a rather large one, dad looks at it, and instantly laughs. "Do you like that one?" He questions. I look up at him saying, "Yes." Dad walks over, pulling it off the rack and doing some other things before handing it to me. "That's always been my favorite gun, even when I was your age."

"You were doing this stuff at my age?" I ask in shock, still holding the heavy weapon. "I was doing this as soon as I could walk." He chuckles, taking the gun from my unskilled hands.

"What do you think of all this?" He asks. I watch him set the gun down in a gentle manner. "It seems exciting," I say, not knowing what I really think about it.

"I love it." He says honesty, guiding me back to the main room. "I'll give you a week to decide so I have enough time to teach you."

"Okay, dad."

(A/N)
Hey guys! Sorry I'm not updating a whole lot, my finals have arrived so I'm trying to focus on those. ❤