The Mafia Heiress

As Bad as I Thought

{Amara’s POV}

The next morning I could hear knocking on my bedroom door. My father’s stern and gruff voice coming from the other side. “It’s time to get ready.. Marcy Black will be here soon!” He said, before I heard his footsteps turning and leaving.

He never even said thank you for agreeing to this.. instead, hiding behind his normal gruffness. I sighed, getting out of bed and deciding to fix up my curls, allowing them to flow down my back. I put on a soft face of makeup, keeping it light, then grabbed a nice deep red dress. It was knee length, and hugged my curves nicely. It had a deep v neckline, and off the shoulder long sleeves. I pulled on my favorite pair of black thigh high boots, and a garter belt around my thigh to holster my pi**** inside the top of my boot. I grabbed my black leather jacket pulling it on around me, before grabbing my purse.

I stepped out into the hall, gliding towards the kitchen. I could see my father there, he was scarfing down his breakfast as I walked to the fridge and pulled out everything needed to make myself a screwdriver, I’d need a drink for the day I was about to have. I mixed up my drink, and poured it into a thermos, closing it up and taking a sip.

“You shouldn’t be drinking right now, you’re about to go wedding dress shopping Amara!” My father snapped at me.

“With the daughter of the woman that ki**** my sister, so yes, I need a drink.” I said, taking another sip. “You’re not even appreciating what I’m doing, instead you’ve gone back to that same bulls*** that you always give me!” I snapped, turning to look at him over my shoulder. “Your perfect princess is dead, and Nolan’s father isn’t the only one to blame for her death.” I seethed, glaring at him, before I decided to slip on my combat boots and press the elevator button. “I’ll be on my best behavior, but I won’t lie to these people, that’s not who I am, and you know that!” I said, as the elevator door opened, and I was met with the bright, wide eyes of a young woman that looked a lot like Nolan.

Her eyes were the same pale blue, her long black hair lying down to her mid back, stick straight. Her body was curvy, but nothing like mine. I’m a little chubby, enough so that my thighs rub together when I walk, I have thick hips, with hip dips. My arms were strong, but my body wasn’t overly muscular. I was shorter in stature than her, she was about 5’9, where I stood at 5’0. All of my siblings were taller than me, so I was quite used to the size difference. She looked down at me and smiled brightly, smile lines forming in the corners of her lips. Her skin was tanned, just like Nolan’s, whereas he looked cold and calculating, she looked as though she’d never had a care in the world, a principessa..

“Hi, you must be Amara!” She smiled brightly. I could practically feel her joy radiating from her, it was sickening.

Her oblivious, carefree energy left a terrible taste in my mouth. “Yes.. and you must be Marcy..” I said, trying my best to force a smile back. “Let go get this dress..” I sighed, stepping into the elevator.

“Be kind to Marcy!” My father called after me.

I sighed, giving him a nod before pressing the close elevator door button over and over again until it finally closed. “So, are you excited to pick out your wedding dress?” She asked, trying to fill the uncomfortable silence that had settled around us.

I nodded awkwardly. “Yeah, sure, so excited.” I said, trying to force a smile, as I pulled my thermos to my lips and took a long swig of it. I turned and looked at her. She stood with her hands clasped together, her fingers nervously tapping on the backs of her hands as she looked anywhere by at me. “Was my sister excited?” I asked, watching her tense up.

“I-I..” she muttered out.

“Don’t worry.. I don’t blame you Marcy, you didn’t ki** her.” I said, holding out my thermos to her. “Drink?” I asked.

“What is it?” She asked, glancing from the cup, back to me.

“Screwdriver, the only drink for first thing in the morning.” I smirked.

She took it in her hands, taking a sip of it before handing it back to me. “Tastes like.. orange juice.. and.. is that, vodka?” She asked, and I nodded, taking another drink. “Not bad, it actually makes vodka tolerable.” She chuckled.

I couldn’t help but join in. “You’re not wrong.” I said, as the elevator doors opened and we stepped out. She lead me to a limo that was parked out front of the penthouse. As we slid in, the driver took off, and soon pulled into a very high end shopping mall. I only know it’s high end because of my sisters, they all shopped here.. I remember Angelica dragging me here right before her wedding. She wanted to pick out an entirely new wardrobe.

The driver let us out at the door, and as we made our way inside, I couldn’t help but notice that she didn’t have any bodyguards, and my father of course knew I wouldn’t need them for me. “Where are your bodyguards?” I asked, peering over to her as we walked inside.

“Well, my brother rented out the mall for us, and I didn’t feel like I’d need them, so I kinda snuck away from them, and paid my driver to take off without them.” She smirked.

“You’re trouble, aren’t you?” I asked, a small smirk forming on my face as well.

She giggled, nodding as she looped her arm either mine. Maybe, just maybe, this wouldn’t be as bad as I thought.