The Mafia Heiress

{Amara’s POV} Father said he’d be late tonight.. once again he was staying out at all hours. His business taking him god only knows where, and for god knows why! He infuriated me, his entire demeanor had changed since Angelica passed.. Angelica was my older sister.. she was supposed to marry into another mafia family, one that apparently would strengthen ours. Instead.. she found herself at the end of that family’s barrel, and they decided they didn’t need her. She was a pampered princess, a real trophy wife. I loved my sister dearly, but she didn’t make caring for her easy. Her attitude was horrible, and she always behaved as though she deserved the world. She demanded more jewels and money for their wedding, and her fiancé’s mother apparently didn’t like that. She took matters into her own hands, and ended up taking out the problem. Ever since father has been a mess, all of my other siblings have either left the family, or also died.. being a part of the largest Mafia family in America will do that to you. All I knew was that I wasn’t going to let that crap happen to me. I had been in training since I was a child, and on into my adulthood I trained and turned my body into a weapon. I made sure that I’d never face the same fate as my sister.. Father has been trying to convince me to marry her fiancé.. saying it would still be a smart investment. I flat out refused, making sure to note that he said the same thing to my sister, and now she’s 6ft under. We haven’t spoken too much since then, a few words here and there for the past week. Suddenly my phone rang, I looked down at the caller ID seeing my father’s image and number pop up. I sighed pulling away from my book and answering the phone. “Yeah?” I answered, crossing my legs, and sitting up carefully. “Hey Amara.. I’ve got some business associates on their way there now. When they get there, get them some drinks and make sure they don’t leave until I get there. I’m running late after my last meeting..” he said, just about then I heard the elevator ding and the doors opened. About eight men walked in and looked around. “Hey, where’s Marco?” One asked in a huffy tone. I hung up the phone, and stood up wrapping my robe around me. My short stature making me look so small in this room of men. I was only 5’0, and I was blessed with my mother’s curves. Father hadn’t given me much time, so I was lounging in my grey tank top, along with my black lacy panties. Luckily I had my black silk robe draping around me. I quickly wrapped myself in it and tied it. “Marco will be here soon, come in, have a seat. There are drinks in the fridge, and the tv is right there. Just try to stay quiet, I have a book to finish. I’m reading the last chapter and I don’t like to be distracted while I read!” I said pointing to the kitchen and tv, then sitting back down and pulling my blanket up over me. One of the men walked over, his eyes trailing over me. “A woman.. giving us orders?” He scoffed. “Lady, you shouldn’t talk to your superiors like that!” He snapped, grabbing my wrist and pulling me up off the couch. “Such a pretty thing like you, you’re the one who should be taking orders!” He smirked, pulling me against his body. “Radio the boss, tell him the place is clear, and Marco even left us some entertainment here!” He cackled. I paused, thinking for a moment, I allowed one of the other men to radio their boss, and invite him up. Then I did as the man said, I took orders. I pushed him down onto the couch and bounced into his lap playfully. I giggled as I ran my hands up and down his chest. “You’re so funny!” The other men watched us, as he grabbed the string of my robe and pulled it opening up my robe and exposing my body that was hugged tightly in my tank top. “That’s more like it, see.. sometimes you just need to be strict with your women, they always listen!” He laughed, looking back at the other men, they all chuckled and began looking around in the penthouse. I ran my hands down his abdomen and to his belt. “Of course we listen!” I giggled, undoing his belt buckle. “You know what else we do?” I asked, leaning down and licking his ear. “Mmm.. what’s that doll?” He asked, reaching down and grabbing my a** roughly. “We hold a grudge!” I said coldly, pulling the g** off his belt and shooting him in the head. I turned and shot two others in the head. One shot, one kill, just like I was taught. I jumped up, flipping over the couch and ducking down behind it. I made quick work of the other men, and once I was sure all of them were dead I flipped back over the couch, knocking the man’s body into the floor and sat back down. My long dark brown hair flowed in curls all around me, and my pale skin was now splattered with blood. I grabbed my book, lounging back out on the couch. Soon I heard the elevator ding, and as I looked over my book to the elevator I saw the most handsome man. He was tall, at least 6’6, and intensely muscular. He had thick black hair that was shaved on the sides, and longer, and slicked back on top. His eyes were a bright blue, and looked icy as he scanned around the room, finally landing on me.