The mafia King and his Queen

Chapter 3 ~ And we meet

Mackenzie's POV

Today I got up earlier for some reason, running a multi billionaire business and being a mafia leader is exhausting but I hardly needed the sleep, I thrived under harsh woke hours .I own the worlds largest engineering company so I was filthy rich, I got out of bed and had a shower,shaved and lathered my body in vanilla scented body wash; I wrapped myself in a fluffy white towel and put on a work outfit consisting of a grey pantsuit and a white shirt. I also got a pair of black Louis Vuitton heels. As much as I can be ruthless I still am a woman and love to shop. Even though it was a Saturday I still always want to look appropriate and respectful. I am a woman of class and respect. I walked out of my room and down into the kitchen. breakfast was set down on the crystal table and I was greeted by all the top ranking members in the mafia who live in my mansion. No one could eat unless I was seated, I took my seat at the head of the table and the maids started serving food. After breakfast i jumped into my Lamborghini SUV and drove to work.

I walked into my 35 story glass building. I was greeted by all employees and I returned the greeting with the simple nod. Today went by pretty fast. I sat in my office signing papers and reading through business proposals. Just as I was about to leave the office, my phone rang and it was dad. He reminded me that today I had to go to a gathering where all billionaires and millionaires meet to discuss new alliances, I really didn't want to go but my father insisted so I told him he had to come with me.

I drove home and got ready for this evening. I wanted to show I was powerful but not go to over the top. I wore a silver tight dress that hugged all my curves perfectly with a slit up my leg accompanied by silver heels. My makeup was elegantly done by my makeup artist.

I was just about ready to make my way to the hotel then I got a call from my best friend and second In command Emma. She was at the warehouse and the tone of her voice sounded angry. I quickly grabbed my bag and phone,getting into the car and starting my engine, letting it roar to life and then headed to the warehouse. I forgot to tell you..today I was just feeling like using my Lamborghini's so I chose my green Lamborghini Aventador,the Lamborghini I drove to work was the SUV version of my baby.When I arrived she was fuming and explained to me that our shipment of weapons had been stolen. Of course I was furious but I never showed any emotion. My eyes never portrayed an emotion but I could read other people's emotions without even having to stare at them.I told her after I leave the gathering we would sort this out. We agreed to meet inside the alley next to the hotel that I was attending this function.

I finally got to the hotel and may I say I made an entrance. Normally these gatherings are just full of rich men accompanied by their wives or some just by whores. I drove into the car park and elegantly stepped out of my car. I could tell all eyes were on me as they weren't used to seeing powerful women like me.I was walking into the entrance when I heard the roar of another Lamborghini Aventador and who else would that be except from my father,Thomas Mendoza. My dad had always been about making an entrance and intimidation. My father was known but not for legal business, he is the largest drug lord in the world but was still a filthy rich so he was invited to attend this function.

My father and other mafia members are the only ones who know about my uprising mafia. Tonight I was possibly going to make a new business alliance or have to kill one of these horny men. I walked into the entrance with my hand around my fathers arm but as soon as we walked in all eyes were on us but he was quickly distracted by some old friends. He made his way towards them and I walked across the room to take a seat next to a gorgeous looking 40 year old woman. She had a very bubbly aura. We exchanged glances and then my eyes met these piercing green eyes, it wasn't like the other stares I was getting this time it was like he was trying to figure out what was behind my stone cold eyes that never show any emotion. But the scary part was that his eyes were even more cold. After we broke eye contact I finally got to admire the fine artwork that was staring at me. He was 6 foot, had a jawline so defined if I touched it I would get cut, he was so well built and I could see his tattoos peeking out from out of his expensive Black suit. I could just imagine tracing every single tattoo.. wait snap out of it..

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