Book 4✔️ The Mafia Bride

1. Act Womanly

Alina

"Alina my child, please you got to stop going out with the boys. Damn... I knew, I shouldn't be giving you those shooting lessons when you were a kid. You know, girls play with barbies, not guns." He scolded me for riding out with the boys, to one of our dangerous area of development this afternoon.

"Father please, with your condition I have to step up. They need to see the next person in line, to show them that we are still functioning as a family, that our businesses are still good and growing. You know you can't put it all on Eduard and Erik, that tweedle dee and tweedle dum are nothing but a pretty face. They still can't make people respect them. And if people couldn't even do that, how could they respect you, us....as a family." I went to the bar and fix myself a drink.

Father was still behind his desk, scribbling on the balance sheet and making notes here and there.

Since he got shot two years ago, his health was slowly deteriorating. And he had been throwing the field work to tweedle dee and tweedle dum.

But this year I had finished my college education, and I intend to help out. Since mom died, when I was five, I had always been his only one. I had latched on to his side since that day and followed him every where.

His people knew me, they had relate me with father, with his discipline, his toughness, and hopefully his wisdom and greatness in leading his organization.

"Father, why don't you take a break and have a glass with me. I need to talk to you about me taking over the field work, and make Eduard and Erik as my First and Second." I took his glass and wait for him, as I sat down on the sofa.

"Alina, I really don't want you to get involve with the operational. You're becoming a beautiful woman, just like your mother. I need you to live your life, and I don't mean acting all crazy with your girls. I need you to settle down, and have your own family. You don't have to take care of me until I'm dead." He drank his vodka and looked at me.

I stared at him seriously, tilting my head to the other side, then I laughed hard at his statement.

"You've got to be kidding me father...settle down? Do you not know, your own daughter? I could clean weapons and make it shiny inside out, but I couldn't even make my own meals. My specialties are cereals and fruits...oh and also store bought yogurt. I could also make better cocktails, than a decent cup of coffee. Why do you think, we have all those instant coffee?" I took his hand, and caressed them with mine.

"Seriously father, please let me do this. I'm your only kid, it's a given father. You got to let me to this. Come on you got nothing to lose."

He finally sighed, making shrieked and hugged him tight.

"Alina, you still have to give me grandkids you realise that right? I don't know how you will manage to do that by cleaning guns and spending your days with your crazy friends, and working for me at the same time."

"They're not crazy father, they're just a bit different. We are all different. But we are all good people father, we're just a bit...ermm...Unique? Yeah that's it. So, I'm going to be a bit late tonight.... 'kay father? me and the girls are trying this new club down town..." I told him, getting up from my seat and kissed and hugged him goodnight.

"Use you CAR! It's night already!" He shouted as I close the door behind him, and pretend that I didn't hear his last words.

I walked out of the house, grinning wildly as I stepped into the garage and put on my jacket, get my backpack, then my helmet and took out my motorbike.

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"My bitches! I missed you girls sooo much!" Dorothy slammed her petite body to ours. Sharon had arrived minutes earlier before me.