The Mafia's Lawyer

Chapter 3 -Ava

After Enzo left my office, I had to calm myself down. His domineering attitude isn’t what I usually find attractive in a man, hence why I broke up with George. f*****g prick. It’s pointless denying it now. It wasn’t a one-time thing. I am irrevocably attracted to him, and my body is loving any and all attention that he has shown me. His way of cocky dominance doesn’t scream fake ass man like it did with other men. If anything, it makes him more attractive, manly, and almost dangerous. I mean, obviously, he’s dangerous. I met him while he was literally killing George, and he had his hand around my neck while shoving me against the disgusting alley wall and threatening me. I’m not even going to think about why everything about this man is turning me on, because he’s now my client and I WILL stay professional.

As I finished the notes I made about the actual meeting I had with Enzo, my dad comes barging through my office door seething with rage and slams it shut behind him.

“How the f**k did you manage to snipe Enzo King as a client from me,” he growled through clenched teeth. I couldn’t help the smirk forming on my face at the audacity of him thinking he can demand anything from me.

“Why do you think I sniped him father?” I said as innocently as I could.

“Don’t play stupid little girl. You know exactly what I mean.”

“I didn’t snipe him. We actually only met last night, and he demanded I become his lawyer.”

The rage he was emanating when he first entered seems to be dissipating as a smirk forms on his lips. “You f****d him, didn’t you?” He laughs. “You were always a whore.”

My dad doesn’t usually get on my nerves very often because we usually manage to avoid each other. Even when we’re in the same room we just ignore each other, but we always, without fail, have a blowout argument at least once a year, and he knows exactly what buttons to push.

“Seriously? Is that any way to talk to your only daughter?” I seethe.

“When she’s a w***e, yes!”

“I’m not a f*****g w***e old man! Not that my s*x life is any of your business, but I’ve only had s*x with 2 people and that was Dante and George! And they were both my boyfriends at the time!”

“You’re a dirty little skank for not waiting until marriage and you are no daughter of mine,” he says with a neutral look on his face.

“Get out of my f*****g office old man or I will call Mr Jordan and Mrs Loughlin to come get you.” He hates it when I use his business partners against him, because they actually like me and encourage my skills, and take my side when we have these blowouts.

“Fine,” he seethes. “I’m leaving, but don’t come screaming to me when you can’t handle having Enzo King as a client.”

He slammed the door behind him on the way out and I have to take a few deep breaths in and out to calm down. What have I done to deserve this man as my father?

At the end of the day as I’m finishing the rest of my work for the day, I hear a knock on my door. “Come in!”

Janet walks through my door with her brunette ponytail swaying, manicured hands on her hips, with one heeled foot tapping on the floor. She has always been a short knockout, and she knows it. Slim, but curvy. Short, but fierce.

“I’m waiting for you to tell me exactly why your father’s biggest client walked in earlier and fired him, and also told him you were his new lawyer,” she says with a mischievous grin on her lips.

“It’s a long story, and one I actually can’t tell. Client-lawyer confidentiality.”

“Oh, come on chick! You have to tell me how you met the Enzo King,” she pleads.

I give her an apologetic smile, “I really can’t J, seriously, even our first meeting is bound under it.” She rolls her eyes at me.

“Fine! Whatever! Please tell me we’re still going to King’s nightclub after this?”

“Crap J, I completely forgot we had plans.”

“You are coming out do you hear me? I also heard that blowout between you and your dad and a few drinks and getting laid will help,” she says insistently. She knows I can never say no to my best friend.

“Fine, I’ll come out,” she jumps up and down in excitement, “but no getting laid for me.”

She rolls her eyes, yet again, at me “You realise what your dad calls you is bullshit don’t you?” She’s now walking towards me with a softened look on her face and puts her hand on my arm, looking into my eyes. “Even if you were getting laid every week, you still wouldn’t be a whore.”

“I know babes, I just don’t think casual s*x would be for me.”

“Never say never chick,” she winks at me on the way back out the door.

Maybe she’s right. Maybe I do need to just get laid to take my mind off everything. I certainly wouldn’t mind if Enzo was the one to do it. f**k. Nope. Not going there.

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Later that night we go out to King’s nightclub in the sexiest outfits we could find. I’m wearing a red skintight dress with a low cowl neck and thin gold chain straps, and a pair of gold platformed heels. I have my hair straight and down with a little bumph near my ears to emulate having a curtain fringe. Janet is wearing a green plaid skirt with a square-necked black bodysuit and gorgeous thigh-high black boots. She always looks gorgeous when we go out and always wears green to an extent to match her green eyes. Her breasts aren’t as big as mine, hers being a modest C cup, but she still manages to wear a low-cut top to perfection. Her jet-black hair is curled, and in a half-up, half-down do, held in place with a gold metal claw clip with small green roses adorning it. Now ready to leave for the club we head down the street to where it’s located. Janet flirts with the bouncers, who are all willing to accept her advances and let us in ahead of the line that reaches to a shop a couple of doors down from the club.

“Come on!” she shouted in my ear, so I could hear her over the loud music, “Lets go to the bar and get some drinks!” I followed her to the bar, and we ordered margheritas, and I felt a shiver working up my back. I felt like someone was staring at me, and as I looked around, I caught sight of him. He is still dressed in a pressed suit, this one being black, and staring straight at me with those gorgeous dark chocolate-brown eyes. Enzo King.