BOOK 1
Leonadas, The Don of the Italian Mafia, he was taught to be emotionless, cold, and to protect what was his. Whether it was his mafia or his family. It was his to protect. But what happens when a certain person comes and messes with his routi...
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Standing from my chair, my hand lifts from Leo's lap. I clear my throat before speaking. "Actually, Mr. Smiths, that would be me. Oaklee Blur." I say in a low voice.
Their smile faulters before moving their hands to me. I see judgement in Johns eyes and lust in Jake's as he looks me up and down. I ignore their hands, pointing to the seats behind them before sitting down myself.
I feel a hand on my thigh. Knowing it was Leo's hand, I put my hand on top. He is always touching me, I'm not sure if he realizes or not. He's either playing with my hair, or he's kissing my body, or his hand is just simply resting somewhere. I quickly scan over the email that John sent to me. I look back towards him.
"Why?"
One word. This one word will determine whether he gets the loan or not. This one word will choose his future.
They look skeptical at me. It's like their still deciding something. I've already seen a few of their'secret' glances towards each other.
"Well, this loan would help build our company, help us with our projects, help get your money back." Jake says. He's talking like I'm a child.
"What project?"
"My daughter has came up with majority of our land designs." John says.
"Why isn't your daughter here?" I hear Jake scoff. I turn my attention towards him.
"What do you do?"
He looks taken back before clearing his throat. "I've- I make- I help put the stuff together."
I watch as he stumbles over his words. I turn my head, staring directly at John. "I'll ask again. Why isn't your daughter here?"
"She- um, she didn't want to come?" It came out of Johns mouth almost like a question.
I stick out my hand for the designs. They hand the folder, I take them out. Handing it back to him.
"Take out the ones your daughter did." I say sternly. Out of the corner of my eyes I see Leo looking at me questionably. He might not now what's going on but I do.
John hands me 3 sheets. I don't even look at them as I continue to stare at him, waiting for the others with my hand out still.
He looks almost shocked, then proceeds to hand me about 10-15 more sheets. There was about 20-25 sheets. I look at them, they were talented but they all had the same signature, Jake Smith.
I look up with an eyebrow raised. "What's your daughter's name?"
"I'm sorry, I don't see how that's any of your business. We came here to possibly get a loan from you, not get questioned about my daughter. Could you please tell me the problem?" He says the word 'daughter' almost like it was poison.
