Vixen Consoli let herself take off 4 years from the family business so she could experience life outside the mob. Knowing when she comes back home, she will be in charge while her brother River handles affairs in Italy. She set rules up for herself...
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~Vixen~
"We're all set for tonight. I've set up extra security around the club to ensure the safety of our guests." Matteo affirmed as he sat across from me and planted his feet on my desk.
I eyed his feet placement and gave him a hard look. "Off. Now."
His feet retreated as he smirked. "Chill cuz, it's gonna work out tonight. Don't sweat it." He took out a joint and raised it to his lips.
I shut my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose—ready to smack this kid back to Italy. "Matteo if you light that in here, I swear I'll shove it so far up your ass, you won't be able to walk for weeks." I gritted out.
"Fucking chill. Jeez. You seriously need to get laid." He chuckled as he stood.
My eyes widened and my brows raised at his comment. "Excuse me?"
"You know... get your V smashed by some good ol' D. You're so fucking tense all the time." He shrugged casually. "Hey, I know a guy who might be interested," he winks.
This fucking kid. Did he not understand the stress this job comes with? The responsibility I had on me and chaos that can be caused by just one fucking simple mistake. I clenched my jaw and released a few deep breaths—just so I didn't lose my temper on this asshole.
"Matteo" my tone deadly, "get the fuck out of my office. Go make sure Antonio is ready to do is his part and remind him his life is on the line." I say through my teeth as i waved my hand, gesturing for the idiot to leave the room— I already felt a damn headache forming.
"Sure, thing boss," he purred as he left.
I let out an exhausted breath as I rubbed my temples. I poured myself yet again another glass of whiskey to help me relax. I hated how much I've been relying on alcohol to adjust to everything.
I now understood why I rarely saw my father without a drink in his hand whenever he was at home. This job is so fucking demanding and stressful. I now also realized why River was always moody and irritated with the smallest inconvenience that occurred.
I closed my eyes and leaned back on my chair as I placed my feet on the desk. I raised theqq glass to my lips just as a knock struck my door.
Just five minutes. That's all I wanted. Just five fucking minutes to myself. Is that really too much to ask for?
"Come in," not bothering to look at the culprit.
"Is the princess stressed?" I clenched my jaw at the mocking voice. I opened my eyes and gave him a curt nod of acknowledgment.
"Stefano."
"Vixen." He smirked as he sat on the leather chair. "I heard you're having a party. I'm kind of offended that my invite was lost."
"It wasn't lost, it just wasn't given." I declared as I sipped my drink.
He playfully slapped his chest and gasps. "Now that just hurts my feelings."
