BURNT: THE MAFIA QUEEN

Chapter 4

Stephan's POV

Damn, I have never seen a woman look as beautiful as Mildred.

Her big brown eyes, her brown bright skin, her body, damn.

She was an angel, maybe an angel in the disguise of a devil, but still.

But wait, did she just threaten me and make reference to the color of my eyes?

Even more lovable.

I have always had a thing for dangerous girls, but Mildred, she wasn't just dangerous, she was evil.

I could tell, I could feel it in my veins that her threats were real, that she wants to do worse to me just for packing at her spot.

Fuck me.

I just got here and I have already broken a rule.

But I can't stop thinking about her.

Her long straight hair that stayed in place at her back, her light brown skin, her black outfit that fit her body so well and that glare.

I have never seen a more scary, yet beautiful glare in my entire life.

She is breathtaking.

I snap myself out of my daze, it was already afternoon and I told Marilyn I'll start working today.

I need to settle in, freshen up and start with dinner. Plus, I haven't had anything since breakfast and my hands are itching to get busy in that wonderfully made kitchen.

The house was made of walls and glass.

All the walls in the house were painted white and the doors and other furniture were black.

I'm sure Mildred's room will be an exception.~ Gosh, Stephan, focus. You will definitely see her tonight, you live in the same house remember?, I assure myself, and that's enough to get me starting out my day in the Williams mansion.

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“Rod!”, madam Marilyn screams, like she's on a mission to break someone's eardrum.

“I'm right here madam”, a big figure with a deep voice answers as he gets up from the sofa in the living room not far from the kitchen where I am now.

He wasn't there when I came to the kitchen, and I've been here for over an hour. How did he pass by without me noticing.

“I need a new gardener for the flowers right outside my room window. Please see to it that it's done”, she orders.

“Right away madam “, Rod answers and walks out.

“Stephan. Good good, you are doing a really good job I'm starving “, she praises as she walks over to the kitchen.

“I'll be done soon madam”, I assure her, and she replies with a nod.

“And where do you think you're going darling?”Marilyn asks.

I look in the direction she's looking at to see Mildred, the goddess of death and beauty itself. “A stroll in the garden with Rod. We have a few business deals to discuss before dad gets back next week “, she answers with her hands in her gray sweatpants.

I didn't know someone could look so beautiful in a black hoodie and sweatpants.

“Okay, but don't stay out too long, we're about to have dinner and I'd like your company “, Marilyn says, more like pleading.

“And I wouldn't like yours. I'll have dinner later,” Mildred says and walks away, out through the glass door by the living room, and into the garden.

Marilyn sighs,” well, have Kate set the table for four when you're done. I guess I'm having dinner with you and Mildred will have dinner with Rod when they are ready “, she says, I respond with a nod, and she walks back upstairs.

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Mildred's POV

“Have ‘The Jeep’ containers shipped tonight too”, I tell Rod.

“Yes boss”, he replies and proceeds to work as he types away on his phone. “The goods have been moved to the new warehouse and the old one burnt down just as ordered by the boss”, he informs.

“Good. And it didn't cause any attention just as ordered?”, I inquired.

“No boss, it was done right “, he replies and I nod, even though he couldn't see the nod cause his eyes were still fixed on his phone.

~those blue eyes, I thought I'd never see them again.

“Mildred”, Rod says, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“The leader of the Northern Russian Mafia, Jerome, will be coming to the city in a month. And he's requested a meeting ....”, “The Russian Mafia Jerome will have his meeting, but not with me. If he's lucky enough it'll be with my father, if not, he'll still have the privilege of meeting with my father's second most trusted man”, I state.

Rod sighs, “I know you don't want to have anything to do with Russia but I don't think he was your father's informant years ago Mildred”.

“I'm not stupid Rod. I know that. But like you said, I don't want to have anything to do with Russia”, I say, and walk towards the house. I stop, and say to him over my shoulders, “and try your best not to be so lovey dovey when teasing Sansa, she'll notice, she's good at that. She probably suspects but just doesn't want to get ahead of herself. If you really want to protect her and allow her fulfill her duties, then play your cards right “, I finish off before leaving Rod to do his thoughts and work in peace, alone in the garden.

Once I get to my room, I closed my door and walked over to my study table and picked up a hair band.

I have done a good job, keeping it safe and neat all these years. Apart from the scars of my burnt heart, it was the only thing I have left to remind me of the past, of what happened ten years ago, and of who I became after that, Mildred,the heir to the Mafia kingdom of New York and London.

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“Sansa, where are you? Come greet our guests”, Sansa's father, Aaron calls out.

“Coming!”, shouts young Sansa.

I can hear her footsteps but the moment she sees my father, her excitement fades away and she looks like she's under strict supervision all of a sudden.

Of course, he had a crazy aura.

One that sends shivers down the spines of almost everyone he knows or meets.

Except me.

“Good day Uncle Tristan”, she says in her sweet little 11 year old voice.

“Good day Sansa. You've grown. Meet my daughter, Mildred”, my dad speaks, and every word sounds like an order.

At first Sansa looked terrified a little, but then she quickly looked at me the moment my father said the word meet, as though she'd been waiting all morning for me.

“Hi Mildred, I'm Sansa”, she says with a bright smile, so broad that I ended up trying to remember the last time I smiled like that.

I was 9 when my mother allowed my father to take me out for training,9.

“Hi, I'm Mildred”, I reply with a smile, trying very hard to make it as broad as hers even though my cheeks hurt from all the forcing.

She takes my hand, “I was really excited to meet you, and now I know why. We're going to be best friends”, Sansa says, and my smile almost drops.

But it doesn't look like she'll be like my old best friend from my old school, so I'll fix it, until….

”Mildred won't be staying long Sansa, she'll be leaving for a boarding school in Russian”, Sansa's father says, and my smile drops completely.

I turn to my father, hoping he'll correct the man, but he nods at me, and I feel my heart and my whole body sink.

After all this, after taking away my childhood and making me train day and night, after taking me from my home and bringing me to a different continent, he was sending me away.

Just like that, to another different continent, to a country I don't know.

All by myself.

“I'm Luke”, I sprint out of my sleep, breaking out of my dream and embracing the chill air that hits me from the window in my room.

I hate these dreams.

Especially when they turn into nightmares.

Knock,knock.

I turned my head to my door,where the knocking was coming from.

The door knob turning.

No one other than my mother,father or Sansa dares to come to my door ,and to knock also?

Who else apart from someone who didn't know the rules of this house and wasn't aware his actions could cause him his hands.