BURNT: THE MAFIA QUEEN

Chapter 3

Mildred's POV

With my hands on my face, my eyes shut, trying to convince myself that I don't want to put a bullet through Sansa's brain. I keep asking myself why I agreed to this favor in the first place.

“Okay okay fine, I won't ask silly questions again. I promise”, Sansa pleads.

“That's the twentieth time you're saying that Miss Sansa. I'm honestly surprised Mildred has such patience and tolerance when it comes to you”, Rod sighs in disappointment and slips the next page of the magazine he's holding so close to his face.

“And I'm honestly surprised at how you still refuse to get a lens for reading when it's so obvious you need it”, Sansa replies, trying to sound cold and mean.

“Whatever, I'm going to try make us something to eat since we murdered the traitor chef in cold blood”, Rod says exaggeratedly, with a smirk and stands up from the sofa at the living room and walk towards Sansa and I - sitting at the mini round dinner table at the kitchen- earning the terrified look he was expecting to earn from Sansa.

“You killed your chef?”, she turns towards me.

I sigh and take my hands off my face. “We disciplined him”, I answered.

“What for?”, she asks, concerned in her eyes.

“Ask Rod, I didn't get my hands or blubbering mouth dirty”, I turn the questions over to the one who caused its emergence in the first place.

“Oh c'mon Mildred that's not fair”, Rod sighs in frustration as he toils the huge tomato in his hands.

“You started it”, I say flatly and sip on my juice, and start picking up the cards that had the names and pictures of the list of men Sansa's father picked for her.

She kept asking unimportant questions about them right after I mentioned a name, barely giving me the chance to give her the information she needed.

“So? Tell me Rod “, Sansa insists.

“Oh fine. He was the one trying to leak both information and our goods to our enemies. The reason your father has been very angry for days Miss Sansa “, Rod finishes off, not forgetting to tease Sansa for being the princess that she is. “Oh, right. So who found him out?”, she asks further.

“That's an obvious question, don't you think so”, Rod says to her and her attention shifts to me.

I sip on my juice, eyes glued to my now opened laptop.

“You set a trap for him didn't you?”,Sansa asks.

“Of course “, I say, typing. “But how is your instinct always right?”, she asks and I just shrug.

She didn't know anything about how Mafia men train their heir, and I was happy she didn't.

The one thing she knew I had to do to prove myself to my father, shattered her way more than it did me.

I would hate to take her happiness and smiles away by feeding her more information about the world we live in.

“Hello? Right. Okay. Copy”, Rod says into the phone and turns it back into his pockets.

“Looks like my cooking has been interrupted”, he says to us or to himself, I don't know.

“How do you both know your phones are ringing when you've disabled both ring tones and vibrations?”, Sansa says, sounding exhausted. “It's part of our training, you have nothing to worry your pretty little princess brain about”, Rod teases, earning a frown from Sansa.

“Watch it Rod, I could have your tongue for that”, I warn, still typing away.

“I'm sorry boss”, he gets serious and apologizes.

He knows my warnings aren't just warnings.

After a long pause and Sansa smirking victoriously, “It was Robert on the phone boss. He says your mother will be home in half an hour to get ready for the interview with the new chef in an hour's time from now”, he informs, and that's enough to stop me from typing.

I sigh, “let them get the car ready. Looks like we're going to have to have dinner at one of our favorite restaurants “, I order.

Rod smirks,” right away boss”, and exits the kitchen, leaving Sansa to stare at his figure till he disappears from her sight.

“You know you're not supposed to be doing that in broad daylight. Unless you want your father to put a bullet through his heart after he finds out that his princess is in love with a worker of his business partner”, I warn.

She sighs,” I really try not to make it so obvious Mildred I really do”, she confesses. The poor thing, if only she knew.

“I'm going to get ready so we leave. I'll be down in 10 minutes “, I say, collect my staff and start walking away.

“When you change out of your black hood and gray sweatpants, try wearing a dress this time around “, Sansa says, earning a glare from me.

“Geez okay, go put on your pants or trousers “, she says, throwing her hands in the air. I smiled at that and proceeded to walk up to my room.

I put on a black trousers, and admire how it hugs my tiny waist and slightly broad hips. I put on a black tank top of course and reach out for my long leather trench coat. I do my daily or normal makeup, black eyeliner, and lip balm. I only put on my black lipstick when it's time to visit ‘The Basement ‘, and my burgundy lipstick when it's time to go to balls for my mom of course.

I finish up, look myself up in the mirror, make sure my hair doesn't need to be dyed again,at least not for a while, then I step out of my room to go join Robert and Sansa in the car.

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I return home after two hours of dining, shopping with Rod and Sansa, and dropping each of them off.

Of course the shopping was for the princess.

I had to put up with Sansa trying so hard to be mean to Rod and Rod teasing her every chance he gets. Of course he watched his words this time around, probably because he wants to keep his tongue.

I see an extra car at our front door as Mance, my driver, drives up the long driveway of the mansion.

Probably the car of the new chef.

He wasn't told that that was my spot.

Interesting way of introducing himself into my life.

“I'll have that removed as soon as possible boss”, Mance assures.

“That won't be necessary. Do that if this is to repeat itself again”, I say flatly, but anger in my voice.

“Yes boss”, Mance says, and rushes out to open my door.

The sound of my stiletto heels hitting against the ground eased a little of the anger.

I walk up the stairs as the bodyguards open the glass door for me.

I heard my mother's voice first, sadly.

“So you'll be staying here. And when do you plan on starting?”, a trick question.

“I can start now madam”, a male voice replies, I guess the voice of the new chef.

Congratulations to him, he passed the test.

Whatever questions my mom had asked were nothing to her, that final question was everything. The woman experts everyone beneath her to be ready at every call. A real princess I'll say.

I round the wall that separates the entrance from the second living room, mostly used by my mom for meetings, and I wish I had just stayed out.

“Milly, my darling”, she calls out, exhaustion and delight in her voice.

Fake delight, let's not forget. I stop and turn on my heels to face her.

My expression was flat as usual, but my eyes looked dull and narrowed at her, she called me that in front of another stranger.

“Oh Milly, come meet our new chef, Stephan. Stephan, this is my daughter Milly”, she introduces, wrongly.

“Nice to meet you Milly I've heard….”, he says as he takes a few steps towards me, but luckily for him he's stopped by my mother so quickly it startles him, but not more than the evil glare I give him after hearing that name roll off his tongue.

I look down at the legs he took steps with and back up at his little handsome face, blue eyes, quite a nice design for my room walls.

I take a few steps towards him as my mom comes to his defense, ” he didn't mean to Mildred”, she pleads and Stephan looks confused.

“It was my fault, I got carried away and gave the wrong name”, she continued to explain and I stopped.

“Yes. It was your fault”, I look at her for a split second and back at Stephan.

“Pack your car at my spot again, and you'll be walking home with the pieces of it left from the bomb that'll take it away, way up into the blue sky”, I warn, turn around and walk away. ~blue eyed motherfucker, I think to myself as I walk up the stairs

•••••

“I'm really sorry about that Stephan”, Mildred's mother, Marilyn says.

“Her name is Mildred, and you should really try not to get on her bad side. Avoid her if you can”, she warns, and Stephan can't do anything but nod.

“ Come, I'll show you to your room “, Marilyn offers, earning another nod from Stephan, probably still confused about what just happened.

••••••

“That was very rude”, mother says as she steps into my room and tries her best not to slam my door.

I'm sitting up against the wall at the far end of my room on a golden stool. Sansa got the stool as a gift for me on her trip to Africa, Ghana.

“Was it?”, I ask flatly.

“You know it was Milly. That's Robert's nephew if you didn't know”, she adds.

“So?”, I question. “So?!”, she looks surprised.

She takes a minute to breath in and out so dramatically before she continues and I just roll my eyes.

“I came to ask you a favor”, she starts, I say nothing so she continues.

“Robert says he doesn't know of the nature of his job or of our life and he'd like to keep it that way because of a tragedy that his family encountered years ago. So please don't…”, “Why in hell's name will I even talk to him about mine or Robert's work in the first place?”, I sigh.

“You could have at least just listened till I was done and walked away. Heavens!”She rolls her eyes, throws her hands in the air, and walks out of my room, slamming the door behind her.

It is quite cute that she thinks a bullet can not hit her because she's not in the same room with me.