His mafia princess: his wrath, her vengeance

Chapter four

CHAPTER FOUR.

“I'll call you Blake, I don't think you're ready to face Macro right now, and with whatever it is you're planning you shouldn't be poking my dad, it'll only make him keep an eye on you”

She whispered to him, making sure that Macro didn't hear what she just said; she couldn't have him suspecting her at this point. He might just alert her dad that she's up to something.

Blamed looked at her for a fleeting second before taking his eyes back to macro.

“Okay,” Blake said, nodding his head; she could see the anger crossing through his face before his expression became blank again.

“But just make sure you call me Layla, I need to be sure you're okay”

She nodded her head before Walking towards Macro, whose eyes were still on Blake; Macro clenched and unclenched his fist, and she could see the vein in his forehead ticking.

She knew he wanted nothing more than to send his fist through Blake's face but that would only attract unwanted attention from them.

Even though her dad could get away with anything, he also hated it when his men acted without consulting him first.

“Get into the car Layla, and you better be careful, you know what your dad can do, hanging around little boys would do nothing to help you, it'll only put their life in danger, so you better think twice before you act”

She looked up at him, making sure her face was blank, and without saying a word to him she entered the car.

Macro banged on the car door and went round to enter the driver's seat.

“I came with my car, macro, so why are you here? I could easily drive myself back, and how did you know where to find me? Have you been watching me?”

Everything about her family and how they carried out things was starting to piss Layla off and she just wished there was a way she could detach herself from them and start afresh.

“I'll send someone to get your car, so there's no need to worry, it's not like anyone will be stupid enough to try and hijack it”

“ Well, it seems like you're starting to forget we're not the only mafia family that rules around here, and my dad has enemies, if they can't get to him they could take it out on my car, and that's the last thing I need right now”

“Your dad could easily get you a new car Layla, that car should be the least of your problems right now”

“f**k you Macro, I don't want any part of my father's money, and I don't need a new car, so you better make sure nothing happens to my car macro”

At this point, Layla was fuming with anger; this was exactly how her dad operated, acting without even thinking of the way it would affect those around him.

She didn't need him throwing his money around; she already hated the fact that she couldn't help where she lived or who she called her father, but creating problems for her and trying to use his money and influence to solve them was where she drew the line.

“Or what? Layla” Macro spat out. “What are you going to do if something happens to your car? Sack me? Hit me? I think you're starting to forget that you don't call the shots here and the earlier you realize that the better for you”

“Mind the way you talk Macro, I'm sure my dad doesn't give a f**k about me, but he wouldn't take it lightly if he finds out that you're disrespecting me, not because he gives a f**k about me, but because he'll also see it as an Insult to himself, so think twice before you open those gutters again.”

Macro didn't say anything else, he knew I wasn't lying. My dad didn't care about me in any way; I've always known that, and I've made peace with it.

But he also hated it when any of his men insulted me or my mum without him permitting them to; it was all about control to him.

The rest of the car ride was suffocating; Layla didn't say any other thing; she knew Macro was loyal to her father, so she didn't want to slip up and say something she shouldn't.

She opened her bag and brought out her phone; there were a series of texts from Tanya and Blake, and she decided to reply to Tanya first before attending to Blake.

Tanya: wtf? Just happened, Layla? I just saw Blake, and he was looking so pissed off; I asked him what happened, but he just mumbled something about dealing with your family and walked out.

Layla: it's nothing, Tanya, and I'm okay. I'll explain everything to you when I see you in person, and please keep an eye on Blake. I can't have him doing anything that'll hurt him.

Tanya: it's alright Layla, let's just hope your dad won't stop you from coming to school, Text me whenever you're free I want to be sure you're okay

Tanya read the last text and smiled a little before closing the text and opening Blake's messages. Tanya was the only normal person in her life, every other person was related to the Mafia in a way.

And she was starting to feel like Blake was involved too; she just wasn't too sure about it, but something about the way Macro was talking to him seemed off.

Blake: Hope you're okay, Tanya; text me immediately after you get home; I want to be sure you're okay.

Layla: I'll be fine, Blake. Stop disturbing yourself and try not to do anything stupid.

Layla looked up and noticed they were already close to the mansion. She tried to settle herself and make sure she was ready to face whatever was waiting for her inside that house.

She knew her dad was the one that sent Macro and there was no way he'd send Macro without a reason.

“So, do you have any heads up before I go in? Why did my dad send you?”

Layla asked as Macro drove into the house.

“I guess you'll have to find out for yourself,” Macro replied, his voice clipped.

He packed the car in the garage and jumped down, leaving her there.

Layla rolled her eyes as she got out of the car,

She entered the house through the front door and found her father sitting down in the sitting room with a bottle of drink in front of him and a cup in his hands.

As she entered, she greeted him and tried to reach her room as quickly as possible to avoid any confrontation with him, but she bumped into someone, and the tray in the person's hands fell, the food spilling on the ground.

“f**k, I'm so sorry; I wasn't watching where I was heading,” Layla apologized and bent down to pick up the plates.

She stood up to hand the plate over to the person and her eyes met with her mom.

Layla froze immediately; this could only mean one thing, she thought to herself.

The last time she saw her mom was when her mom was blaming her for what she was going through, and right now she could be the reason for the next beating her mom could get.

“What the f**k is going on Vivianne where is my food, what's taking you so long”

The food belonged to her dad and she just poured it away in her haste to get to her room.

“I'm sorry, Mom. I didn't mean to bump into you; we could just get him another thing while the maids and I clean up this place,” Layla whispered, her heart beating frantically.

She saw the look of hatred her mom was giving her, and she couldn't help but wince; she probably deserved it, Layla thought to herself.

“What happened here?” Layla heard and jumped, her hand going to her chest; she turned to see her father standing behind her.

His eyes swept over the mess on the ground before he looked up, his eyes going straight to her mom; Layla just knew she couldn't do anything to stop what was about to happen; she could already see the fury in her father's face.

She could already see him clenching his fist, his jaw ticking as he took a step forward.