Tempting the Mafia Boss

Attitude

Chapter Four: Attitude

Lonzo POV

I have had the busiest five days of my life, and when I come back home, all I want is to relax, chill out, and be alone in peace. But ever since Gabriel's sister has come to stay, I can barely keep my s**t together.

Gabriel said she would stay out of the way and it would be like she's not here.

She is everywhere.

She is every-f*****g-where and I cannot stand a single second more.

This is my house. Now it feels invaded by a stranger whom I despise more than anything on this planet.

Today I had to compromise with an organised group that relies on us for a steady income. A group of people I really didn't want to meet with this soon. The outcome was not what I was expecting but they've given us time to fix what Liam caused. I've already got people on the job because I can't think about this right now. I feel homicidal. I need to release this inner rage.

So when I come home late into the evening and Alexia has her books and notepads stretched across the kitchen table, I almost lose it.

I hate mess. I f*****g despise mess. That's why this house is constantly spotless. She's treating my place like her own, with absolutely no respect for those she is benefiting from.

I reach the fridge and she doesn't even acknowledge my presence. She ignores me and stares down at her books. Pen scribbling across paper. Scrolls through her laptop. Glasses sitting delicately on her face.

Never in my life have I felt irked by something that shouldn't matter. But it does. It really f*****g does.

Gabriel is nowhere to be seen. Knowing she's here alone makes me even angrier. Like I'm dealing with her residence more than her actual brother. I will not be a babysitter to anyone.

I watch out of the corner of my eye as Alexia pushes her books and belongings even further across the counter. A pencil drops onto the floor. She doesn't even bother to retrieve it. She continues reading whatever the f**k she's doing.

My teeth grit. I step closer. No longer able to keep this at bay.

"Do you have to do this right here?"

Alexia blinks and then finds my gaze. Her eyes light up sarcastically. She flashes me a smile that makes me regret talking to her in the first place.

"Ah. He speaks."

I ball my fists at my side and tell myself not to react. But she's in my personal space. She has no appreciation for what I've given her. Allowing her to stay and she treats this place like a f*****g barn.

My eyes float down to her books and I catch the words: astronomy, astrophysics, galaxies. I scrunch my face up at her textbooks.

She's studying?

The dumbest thing I've ever seen.

"Why are you studying for a degree that you're never going to use?" My words are harsh. Idoita. I mumble under my breath.

Her dark brows furrow at my question. She swipes her glasses from her face and gives me a look I don't like one bit.

"Because I like the idea that I can make something of myself and not of what my parents can make for me."

I snort and fold my arms over my chest. Alexia's eyes stay on mine.

"That seems like a stupid idea when you already have so much in your family. You're really not street smart, are you?"

She ignores my comment and flashes me a wicked smile.

"I think some people want other things on their CV. Opposed to 'killer' or 'drug trafficker'." She shrugs, sarcasm dripping from her expression. "But if that works for you, then sure. Your aspirations sure are astonishing."

My hand hits the counter faster than I've ever moved in my life. The sound of my palm echoes off the walls and surrounds us.

Alexia's body flinches. But she doesn't seem scared.

She stares back at me and leans on her elbows, admiring me with those devious eyes that I absolutely despise. I can see her analysing me. Picking me apart. But I won't stand for her s**t. Not in my own f*****g house when I can throw her out at any given moment.

I grip onto some of her papers underneath my fingers and scrunch up her work. My fists vibrate with frustration.

"Listen here, you f*****g bitch." The words hiss through my teeth. "You dare talk to me like that again and I swear I'll—"

"—You'll what?"

Her ice-cold voice has my nostrils flaring.

"Lay a finger on me and see how my brother will take it." She drops her tone and leans in closer. "I know he's just as deadly as you are. Sabotage your own world and see how that works out for you. Because there will be nothing left of it if you want to cross that line."

My eye twitches painfully. The determination in her voice has me wanting to grip her hair at the strands and shove her into the nearest wall.

She's not scared of me.

But I want her to be. I want her to be f*****g terrified of me.

She has no idea what I'm capable of.

But I know if I touch her she'll go running to Gabriel. And I don't even want to know how that will end. This is an impossible situation because someone is going to end up dead regardless.

"I'd watch what you f*****g say in my house," I growl. "You don't want to know what the consequences are."

Alexia tilts her head. A devilish smile covers her lips.

"God, you sure have some pent-up anger, don't you? All I have done is sit here and do my work. Don't forget you're the one who communicated with me. I was happy to ignore your existence."

God. I want to f*****g strangle her.

She exhales a long, tired sigh, checks the watch on her wrist, and pushes her glasses back onto her face.

"Now would you mind?" She leans over to grab the pieces of paper I crumbled and attempts to straighten them out. "I've got a test to prepare for."

As she moves her hands back to her lap, my eyes dart down to her chest. Arms squished against one another. Giving me a perfectly good angle of her cleavage. Breasts carved to perfection in the tiny black long-sleeved top she's wearing.

One that doesn't leave much to the imagination.

And why the f**k am I even looking?

I tear my eyes away and remove myself from the kitchen before I do something that I regret.

Gabriel is going to be the first person I speak to tomorrow. Because this s**t can't continue. If she wants to keep disrespecting me, fine. But there are going to be consequences and I don't care what Gabriel says.

No one gets away with disrespecting me and shoving it in my face like a laughing matter.