Fighting the mate Bond. Return of the mafia series

chapter 1 Kayla pov I was standing by the front door of this old run down house that looks like it could fall apart any second, the walls had chipped paint that looked like the walls could fall down at any second, Even the door to the kitchen looked like it could fall off its hinges at any given time, the couches looked like they been here since the old ages they looked dusty and nasty looking, the floors were so old that i could hear uncle Spike and grandpa Hawk upstairs walking, I was suppose to watch for anyone that tried to run out the door, But no one ever tries. Dad just wants me out of the danger that's all, The front door lead right into the living room so this time I could watch what was going on, other times i'm standing out on the porch, there was only once that i had to tackle a woman down that I ended up breaking her neck because she was trying to stab me with a silver knife, dad got mad because I wasn't supposed to do that. He was going to take her back to the torture room to get answers, but that never happened, He didn’t stay mad when i told him that she was trying to stab me with the silver knife, Now i’m standing here looking at a woman that look like she hasn’t showered in two weeks, her hair looked dirty and matted, Her clothes didn’t look clean either, she was wearing torn up jeans and a shirt that looks like if you just blow on it the thing would just rip apart, she had her arms folded over her chest, like she was cold and trying to keep warm, but it wasn’t cold in here at all, it was stuffy, she had a mean look on her face. well she was trying to look mean but that was a no go, we don’t scare easily at all, the house looked like it hadn't been clean in years, spiderwebs on the ceiling, even the photos on the wall had dust on them they were leaning on their sides, half of them look like all you have to do is tap the wall and they would fall on the floor, The floor had trash everywhere, even soda cans and plastic cups, on a old coffee table there were dirty dishes that looked like they been there for a few days, I was trying not to gag, my thoughts got interrupted by the lady talking, “You nasty f*****g wolves better not be breaking anything or messing up my house?” I wanted to laugh but I didn't. I didn't want to get into trouble with my dad. “Nasty, Smelling? are you f*****g kidding me Karen, you look like you haven’t showered in weeks, and look at your house, when is the last time you cleaned this thing? I want to know where my money is right now,” That was my dad, You should know him, His name is Isiah, He’s the son of the mafia King Mercury and Cheyenne black, my grandparents, My grandfather passed the title to my father many years ago, and he’s been doing this ever since, When I got old enough he told me i could start going with him. I needed to learn what he did and how to do things, I already knew what he did, we where the werewolf mafia, of course people got hurt, Karen the woman that owes dad had a mad look on her face, i only just rolled my eyes, the woman couldn't hold a mad look on her face at all, Then we heard a crash upstairs like glass breaking and things flipping over or thrown to the side, that must be uncle Spike and grandpa Hawk, Grandpa Hawk is Cheyennes dad, Spike really isn't my uncle, he's been around longer than my dad has. But i call him uncle because i really think he's cool, “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING UP THERE? YOU'RE DESTROYING MY HOME!” The woman screamed out, but she shut up real fast when Spike and Grandpa came downstairs with several bags in their hands. They dropped them on the ground, then made their way to the kitchen to make sure that was all of it, glass was breaking and i could hear something being tossed to the side, Sure enough two more bags was dropped on the floor, “Damn you, this is my f*****g money, you can’t take it away from me, i had one more year Isiah,” He looked at her like she was off her rocker, he could tell that she was on something, she looked bugged eye, she was twitching like she was wanting or needing something. her face looked boney, even her arms and legs looked Skinny with some kind of weird marks on her arms, “ Karen, What the hell are you on woman. you borrowed money from me five years ago, your time was up three years ago dumb ass, and you think for one second i'm going to leave this money with you? You are completely out of your mind!” she rolled her eyes stomping her feet on the ground like a child, “This is my f*****g money, if you do not leave my house right now, i’ll f*****g kill every last one of you!” What did she just say? did she just threaten my father, H3ll to the no. pulling out my gun i pointed it at her head pulled the trigger, We heard a loud boom, then she fell back dead, there was a hole in her head now, With a lot of blood on the wall, my father looked back at me pissed off, Taylor Black! What the h3ll did i tell you last time, I told you not to kill them until I give the go ahead, look what you did now!`` “I knew I was in trouble, but he would be calmed down by the time we got home. We poured gas around the house then set it on fire, we got into the car than sped off, “Kayla Next time I have to tell you not to kill someone, you won’t be coming with me anymore. You have to listen to me or one of us might get hurt and you know your mother, she would flip out when she finds out about this, you better put that gun back on safely, and do not bring it out again,” I was twenty my birthday is in another month, that's when i will get my wolf and shift for the first time, maybe i will find my mate too, but who knows, he might be in another pack, Don't really care right now because i'm not twenty right now so i'm not even thinking about it, Me not having my wolf yet is the problem. Mom and dad gets worried about me going with him because i might get hurt, well i haven't yet, other people had gotten hurt by me not the other way around, dad gets mad about that, he worries a lot, because grandma trains me with the rest of the group, every morning i get up at five am with the rest of the them, then train until 12 in the afternoon, grandma started training me when i turned 13 so i learned alot from her, she's a badass, and i hope to be just like her and if possible even more, When we got home, We got out of the car than went into the house, He turned to me saying. “Kayla, go to your room. I'll be up there shortly so we can talk.” “Dad im nineteen,” “I DON’T GIVE A DAMN IF YOU’RE TWENTY ONE! WHEN I SAY GO TO YOUR ROOM, THAT'S WHAT I MEAN!, NOW GO!” Damn he was actually mad at me, I knew to listen once he yelled like that, I ran up to my room slamming the door shut, I put my gun in the lock box locking it so no one could get into it. I took a shower, dried off then put on sweats and a baggy shirt, i sat on the bed i grabbed my book off the nightstand, it's a book i've been reading several months now, I really didn’t feel like reading, i just wanted to pretend i was, when dad came up to talk to me, i don’t know why i was so nervous, i don’t want to be made to sit at home while dad went on collections, twenty minutes later there was a knock on my door. “Come in. i spoke out, here we go, i'm going to be made to stay home, this is going to suck big time. But he knows best i guess, doesn't mean i have to like this at all.