The Start of an Era

Chapter 2

I chocked on my wine and almost spit it all over the place but swallowed quickly and looked at Armand, who was just as surprised as I was. “Excuse me?” I asked her with wide eyes. She looked at me with an unamused expression on her face. “Yes you keep my books legal and I pay you for that, which is quite an overpay, so I thought you could repay me by marrying my son and giving me grandbabies.” She said plainly, not thinking it was a big deal. “And if I refuse?” I asked but regretted it the moment I saw her cold expression on her face. “Well let’s just say that you do not have a choice.” I looked at her still shocked.

This cannot be happening. I do not want to marry someone I barely know, especially someone who can never be loyal. And most importantly, I cannot have a stepmother like Estelle Conrad. It does not seem that I have a choice though, but I have to do something. I am just an innocent bookkeeper. I have thought of situations of getting away fast without a trace as I work for many mafias but none of them know that. If one found out that I was marrying someone from another mafia, I would be six feet under by tomorrow. I have to leave and make Estelle think that I am on board with her plan.

“Fine. I will do it.” I said, standing up and taking her glass from her, showing her the way out as I did not want her in my apartment anymore. “Well, you do not have to be so rude about it. Besides, I am going to be your mother-in-law soon.” She smirked. Well, not if I have anything to say about it. “Oh I did not mean to be rude, it is just late and I am exhausted.” I lied to her. “Well, get enough rest I do not know how someone without a life can be so tired, but in any way… My men will be here tomorrow first thing to pick you up so you better pack.” She said walking out of the door where two very muscular men was waiting for her. I closed the door behind her after telling her that I would be ready. I turned to go to the living room and downed my drink and then also Estelle’s, since she did not even touch it. “Slow down there babes.” Armand said, and I almost forgot about him. I went into my room, ignoring my best friend, and then put my escape plan in order. I took a suitcase and put all the necessary clothes in it. I took my backpack and put all my emergency cash into it, which I have to admit was quite a lot, since working in the mafia world pays well. I put my passports and all my fake ones in my, back pack along with my license and all my ID books, that of coarse was all fake too. In the mafia world the worst thing you can do as a bookkeeper is give people your real name. “Babes where are you going?” Armand looked at me with sad eyes knowing that I had to disappear if I wanted to get out of this situation.