The Mafia's Lawyer

Chapter 11 -Ava

-1 week later

I get to work and find my father in my office chair with a smirk on his face. What the f**k does he want now? I’ve never had so many visits from my father since I’ve been here. I look him in the eyes as he makes his way to me and shoves a gossip magazine at my chest. I grab it, look at it, and what do you know, it’s me and Enzo on the cover. Why would my father be smirking at this?

“Okay,” I say skeptically. “Why are you here, father?”

“You’re done, dear daughter,” he says with a little too much pleasure in his voice. “You’re sleeping with a client, and here’s the proof.”

I look at the picture. I have to admit that we look great together. Enzo looks so sexy in this picture, both because he is gorgeous, and because of the way he’s looking at me. His eyes are shining with what I think looks like affection and desire, like I’m his favourite person in the world, and also his favourite meal. I love the way he looks at me. I get a shiver up my spine just thinking about what he usually does after he looks at me like that.

I come out of my stupor and think about what my dad is trying to say, but then come to my own realisation that he doesn’t have a ‘no dating clients’ clause in our work policies. Yes, it’s absolutely frowned upon to do so, but there is no way he can fire me for this. I stand tall, shoulders back and head held high.

“You have no policies against this, so why are you here? Are you trying to scare me?” I say with confidence. His grin just turns more sinister at my words.

“No dear daughter, but there will be now,” he jeers. “Jordan, Loughlin and I have had conversations about this before, but we didn’t pass on a policy about this because we didn’t think our staff would be stupid enough to mix business and pleasure. Until now.”

I blink at the sheer confidence and sinister look on his face. He thinks he has won this argument, but I know better. “You do realise that you can’t kick me out even after that, don’t you?” I surmise.

“And why the hell could I not? It’s my company.”

“Because, then, you would have Enzo King as an enemy, and you don’t want that, do you?”

Anger starts to fill his features. “You think he cares so much for you that he’d make an enemy of me for you?” he laughs evilly. “Don’t make me laugh, Ava.”

“Why don’t I just call him?” I threaten.

“Go ahead.”

I take my phone from my pocket and dial Enzo’s number. It rings three times before he answers. “I’m in a meeting, Ava. What’s wrong?”

Shit. I never thought this through. I forgot he had a Mafia meeting at this time.

“My father is threatening to fire me if I stay with you,” I say quickly.

The line goes silent for a minute before he answers, “Is he there?”

“Yes.”

“Give him the phone. I want to speak to him.” I can hear the annoyance in his voice amping up with each word. I pass my phone to my father.

“He wants to talk to you.”

My dad hesitantly takes it from my hand and slowly lifts it to his ear. “Hello? Mr King?”

I start to hear Enzo tear through my dad through the earpiece. I can’t hear exactly what he’s saying, but I see my dad go white as a sheet at whatever he’s saying. Enzo continues to tear into him for another minute before my dad finally passes the phone back to me. “Hello?”

“Sorted.”

“What did you say to him?” I look at my father, and that white from earlier is starting to look more like green.

“Nothing for you to concern your pretty little head about,” he states sultrily. “Let’s just say that policy will never see the light of day, and you will stay being mine, whether your father likes it or not.”

Wow. This man really has power if he can chastise and threaten my dad to the point of sickness with a minute long conversation. Usually, it’s my father doing that to other people.

“Okay. Thank you, Enzo.”

“My pleasure, my little vixen,” he says before hanging up. I giggle at the sentiment, forgetting my father is still in the room. He looks like he’s seen a ghost, so I click my fingers in front of his face to get him out of the daze he’s currently in. Once he looks at me, that anger begins to rise again, and he hastens out of my office and slams my door shut. At this rate, I’m surprised he hasn’t broken the glass in it.

Once I’m finished with work, I find my way to the front door of the building. Before I open the door, I hear something like a pencil drop from behind me, but before I could turn around to see who was there, I feel a hand around my waist and mouth. I try to scream, but with a hand around my mouth, I can’t.

“Scream and I will kill you on the spot b***h,” says a grumbly and stern voice into my ear. I start to fight until I feel cold metal touch my skin at my temple. A gun. He c***s it, and I stop my fight. I am not f*****g dying today.

“So, you’re Enzo's b***h,” he grumbles. “I can see why he likes you. Feisty was always his favourite, but it’s not mine, so if you want to live, stop fighting me.”

I go still as a statue at those words. He takes his hand from my mouth, and I whisper, “What do you want from me?”

He lets out a little chuckle before replying, “You have to suffer.”

My eyebrows rise in shock at that. “Why?”

“Your father asked me to do so, and he’ll pay me greatly.”

Wait, what? My father sent this guy. I know there’s no love lost between us, but I’m still his daughter. Would he really take things this far? Is this because of what Enzo said to him earlier?

“Now, be a good girl and keep quiet.”