The Mafia Queen's Little Prince

CHAPTER 11: A ride to remember

Luna's POV

11:38 am, Wednesday

I finally finished my make up.

I twirled one last time and took one last look of myself in the mirror.

Perfect.

"Well, they do call me a 'queen' for a reason." I confidently remarked with a smirk.

I hurriedly scram out of my room and went straight to the East wing of the mansion, where Nathaniel's room was.

It's so far. Why is this place so fucking big?

Or am I just that lazy?

As I finally reached his room, I softly knocked on his door.

"Nathaniel." I whisper-shouted.

No answer.

"Nathaniel." I tried again.

Still no response.

Mother of ducks.

"Nathaniel." This time a little louder.

Still. No. Fucking. Response.

I finally ran out of patience.

"Nathaniel!" I yelled as I pound on the door.

I heard a loud thump hit the floor, followed by frantic movement from the other side of the door.

At last, the old bitch finally woke up.

The door quickly opened, revealing a very distraught Nathaniel.

"Dress up, get the keys, and meet me outside. I'll give you 2 minutes. Go." I said in one breath.

After giving him my instructions, I walked away from the door, leaving a very confused Nathaniel behind.

11:42 am, Wednesday

I'm gonna kill him. I am so gonna kill him.

I tapped my foot impatiently while waiting for Nathaniel to pick me up at the drive way.

He's dead meat.

after what felt like forever, he finally arrived.

I entered the McLaren and glared at Nathaniel. He tensed up as beads of sweat started to form at his temple.

Like, how was that even possible? The air-conditioning in the car was practically on full blast.

After the door closed, we drove off.

"You. Are. Late." I started.

"W-well ma'am, you did just gave me two minutes to get ready.."

"And?"

"You weren't actually being generous with the time." He continued as his voice grew quieter with every word he spoke.

"That wasn't generous? I gave you two whole minutes!"

".....You're kidding, right? " He paused.

"You gave me TWO minutes, ma'am." He pointed out as he gave emphasis at the word 'two'.

"Shut up." I ordered.

"Okay, please don't kill me." He quickly muttered in response.

Rude. Why do people keep assuming that I'll kill them when I'm getting mad?

I sighed.

I'm supposed to have a good time. I'm stressing myself too much. And Nathaniel as well.