The Boss's Daughter

Prologue: (0,4K) Jace's PoV Jace was nervous, his last request ringing back through the small static from the connection. Valentine Morgenstern could be a very angry man, although comparing that to his calming tone made him seem professional and not at all terrifying. Almost letting Jace forget that his boss was a crime lord, not just a crime lord, the crime lord. Head of Idris, an exclusive elite of very capable men who led the mafia around the world. "I suppose it's a small request. I will be at the hotel by seven and we can continue this conversation." Jace was actually surprised to hear that Valentine would be there that early in the morning since he was at the moment several hours drive away from Alicante. Heaving a sigh of relief as the phone line went dead, Jace leaned further into the bathroom sink. He had locked himself in there to make his phone call, and even though it was finished he couldn't bring himself to come out. Turning the tap, Jace submerged his hand and hissed as the icy water touched his face. He had tried to complete his mission, but it was becoming more difficult than he had bargained for. The golden-haired man hoped Valentine could replace him before he did something stupid. Jace wasn't a bad man, he didn't enjoy torturing children or robbed banks during his lunch break. Ten years ago, on his eighteenth birthday, Valentine Morgenstern had saved him from a life of petty crime, offering him a position in his underground. Jace thought back to how eager he had been, practically vibrating with the excitement to be a part of something bigger, to belong. And over the years, Valentine had shown Jace that he was trusted and accepted, both something Jace wasn't used to feeling. Valentine's faith in Jace was absolute. The proof sat in the next room. Valentine's most precious possession, his only daughter, the pear of his eyes. Clarissa Adele Morgenstern . .~°~. .~°~. .~°~.