The Mafia's Lawyer

Chapter 7 - Ava

After yet another round, not that I’m complaining because, f**k me is Enzo good with that tongue, I arrive at work at noon. My father is going to make a big deal about this. I am startled when Janet barges through my door, closes it, locks it, and turns to me with a confused look on her face. “Just ask, Janet.”

“What the f**k happened last night?” she asks.

I take a deep breath before I answer her truthfully, knowing she won’t tell a soul. “I slept with Enzo King.”

Her eyebrows reach her hairline, and her eyes widen for just a second, before she bends over and bursts out laughing so hard, I’m sure everyone on this floor and the floor above can hear her.

“Goddamn girl,” she wheezes. “You’re in bed with the most powerful man in Manhattan and you just came to work like it’s a normal Thursday.”

I sit back in my chair, covering my eyes with my hands and taking deep breaths, because, holy s**t, she’s right. I slept with the most powerful man in Manhattan because lust overtook me. He is also the most dangerous man I’ve ever known, and that could be a problem. I’ve seen him torture and kill without mercy. I'd been on the other end of his strength when he pinned me up against that wall, and all I felt was turned on. What does that say about me? Am I a bad person for not caring about how George was killed or the fact that he is dead? We didn’t have the best relationship in the world, but he wasn’t the worst person I’ve ever met. Yeah, he was a d**k, but did he deserve to die?

My mind won’t stop spiraling even when I feel a hand on my arm, rubbing it in a comforting motion.

“Did he hurt you?” she growls.

I finally look at her again, and her anger is clear on her face.

“No,” I say abruptly, Janet’s face slightly relaxing at my words. “He didn’t hurt me, and the strange thing is, I think he's protective of me.” I relax a little but still feel tense.

“Yeah,” she agrees. “I guessed that when he pulled you out of there after you told him you were gonna f**k someone else to get him out of your head.”

I can’t believe I admitted that, and worse, in front of a whole bar full of people. His bar. With his people. I f****d him, well more like he f****d me to near extinction, but anyway, and I never even thought twice about it. More that once. This man is dangerous in more ways than he can kill without remorse. He’s dangerous to me and my entire being: my emotions, my treacherous bodily functions, and my mind.

“Yeah,” I whispered and bowed my head.

“What’s wrong?” she asks, concerned. “Why do you look so down? Did he definitely not hurt you?”

“No!” I jump from my chair. “He did something even worse.”

“What?”

“He made me feel the best I’ve ever felt.”

“Oh?” She looks surprised again. “How is that a bad thing?”

“He could easily steal my heart if we continue,” I say defeated.

I hear my door knock loudly a moment later, and in walks my father, anger coming off him in waves.

“Janet,” he growls. “Get. Out.”

She scurries out the door mouthing ‘I’m sorry’ before she closes it. I don’t blame her. My dad is a d**k most days, but he’s positively raging a storm right now.

“Why are you late for work?” he continues to growl at me.

“I slept late.” More like slept with your ex-client until late but I’m not going to tell him that.

“I will use this to get you fired, you know that right?”

“Good luck with that,” I say with conviction. “I haven’t been late a day from I’ve been here, and I’ve never been sick either.”

“Lateness is not tolerated in my company.” He has a smirk on his face as if he’s going to win this.

I giggle at the comment, and his smirk turns to a grimace. “I wouldn’t be so sure if I were you,” he seethes. “You may be my daughter, but you aren’t invincible. Even here.”

He turns to leave and I giggle again. “We’ll see about that old man.”

He scowls at me as he closes the door. I plop myself down and bury my head in my hands. Well, this is just great. I need to stay away from Enzo King. He is bad for me, and this just proves it, because I never even felt bad that I was going to be late for work with his tongue and hands all over me. I just didn’t care.

- Two weeks later

I see one of Enzo’s henchmen at the end of the aisle in the grocery store I’m currently perusing. I have felt a presence with me since I left his house two weeks ago and now, I know why. He’s having me followed. I head straight the cashier, pay for what I already have and walk out the door. I need to lose this guy. I walk towards an alley and start running down it. I hide behind another buildings trash can and wait. I hear him run down the alley and shout when he realises, he has lost me.

“f**k!” I still hear his breathing and then, “Boss, I lost her.” I hear shouting coming from the receiver but keep my breathing slow, trying to make no noise.

“I’ll come back now.” I could hear the slight tremor in his voice as he said it, then the sound of his footsteps leaving. I wait about 5 minutes before I come out from my hiding place and walk down the alley again and back to my apartment. As I’m putting my groceries away, I can’t help but feel angrier and angrier and the privacy violation. Why? I’m not his family or his girlfriend so why would he have me followed? Is he playing mind games with me in hopes of killing me? The shiver that rushes up my spine is palpable. I jump when I hear my doorbell ring, then go and open it. Enzo. He pushes his way into my apartment and I run to the kitchen and grab a large knife.

“What exactly do you think you’re doing with that,” he chortles.

“Defending myself.”

“I don’t kill people who lose my security.”

Security? Does that mean he was trying to protect me?