She was supposed to be the perfect girl, a roll model if you will....she was the Majors daughter it was to be expected. Nilou rose was a kind and sweet girl but had grown up only knowing luxury and money, she didn't think twice about the bad part o...
Another shitty day working for the Mafia, it gives me something to do but still. I need excitement!
"Candace" I turn around and see one of my dads guards running to me. "Your father wishes to speak with you" I nod and follow him to my dads office
My father technically has three offices, one at headquarters -which is where I am now, one at our base house and one at our actual house.
I swear this man doesn't know what to do with his money
I enter his office to see my mother showing Cyno her gun collection. That boy is thirteen and still doesn't know how to properly shoot a gun.
My father dismissed the guard and sat down in his office chair. "I have a mission for you. It's minor and only requires one person so don't think about taking your brother with you" I roll my eyes as I quickly glance over at Cyno
He was holding one of mom's bejeweled gun's, he lifted his head and looked at me. "Can I use you for target practice?" He asked innocently with a small smirk
"Fuck no! You wouldn't hit me anyway, you have terrible aim when it comes to guns" He could hit a target sometimes but it took him awhile
He's just now starting his training which I found funny because I started when I was ten
"Bitch" He mumbled but I still heard him
"I swear someday I'm going to put you six feet under if you don't shut the hell up!"
"ENOUGH!" My father yelled, slamming his fists on his desk. My mother snatched the gun away from Cyno - he was very upset and walked over to my dad pushing him to sit down as she sat on his knee
She was thirty-two but looked like a twenty year old. "Cyno go train with your friends" Cyno said nothing and left the room. That was really the only thing going good for him was his friends. They were great and actually treated Cyno like a person
"I want you to find this girl" He gave me a picture of a teenager who looked my age. "Her name is Deyha Sage. She's reached out to us a few times and I've decided to take her in. However, she's constantly on the run due to her starting trouble with some small gangs in the slums. I need you to go out and bring her here"
"I'll send you the location" My mother says as she pulls out her phone. "Oh and it would be best to not go out in normal clothes, I've heard this girl has an eye for "hot things"
I gagged. "So you want me to wear one of those slutty outfits you bought me?" My mom nodded like it was a normal think to make your daughter dress like a stripper
"Fine" I leave the office and head out to pick out an outfit. It was true my mom wanted me to be a little slut like she was when she was my age because apparently it "Makes me more available"
Whatever the fuck that means
***
I parked my motorcycle in front of some old bar in the middle of the slums. The slums are basically run by the mafia so there's a good chance the bartenders will recognize me. I take off my helmet, stand up and double check my outfit
If this outfit doesn't speak Mafia I don't Fucking know what does
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I enter the bar and to my luck I instantly spot her. She had long brown hair and was wearing a red and black cross crop top that barely covered her chest and short black ripped short
Like....really short shorts
Snap out of it! You're here for the mafia, nothing more. She took a seat at the drink counter and I figured now is a better time to talk to her then wait until she leaves to try and catch her
I walked over and take a seat
"Hey" She looked me up and down before smirking
"Your Candace right? Candace from the Angels of death?" I giggled as I ordered a drink. "Someones done their research" We both laughed and continued talking
Honestly she was a lot more easy to get along with then I had originally thought. "I'm assuming your boss sent you to come get me since I don't have any transportation?"
"You call him boss I sadly get to call that man my father but yes, I'm here to-"
"Your dad is the mafia boss!?" She sounded so surprised
I guess she didn't do that much research
"Your looking at the next head of the Angels of death mafia" I pretended to sound full of myself which got her laughing
"It's not a terrible thing if you think it is, in fact" She downed the rest of her drink, grabbed her back and stood up "It's kinda hot"
Uh
What?
Did this chick just call me hot?
"O-oh well....u-uh" Holy fuck why am I getting so flustered. Deyha started laughing and walked outside. I followed and say her standing beside my bike
"Since that sexy outfit of yours is purple I'm guessing this belongs to you?"
"Sexy? That's a new one. My mom normally goes with slutty mafia princess" I handed her my helmet as I got on my bike
She got on behind me as she put the helmet on
"How fast can you go?" I could feel her smirk behind the helmet. "Hold on tight and you'll find out"
And that's how the story of me and Deyha came to be
