We Cannot Be

○● C H A P T E R 2 ●○

I woke up the next morning with the sun shining in my eyes. I should have closed the curtains last night. I look to my side and find sage passed out next to me and we were both still in our dresses.

I began to groan as I lazily got up whilst ringing my men and asking them what the agenda was for today. I was told that I was called by one of my father's lawyers who handled all the extremely important things like keeping me out of jail, which was a hard job since I'm known to go on killing rages once a month or so. I hung up the phone and shouted,

“Sage wake the fuck up and get out of my house, I need to go!” I went and took an hour to get ready.

When I was finally dressed in jeans and a white blouse with my hair tied up in a long ponytail, I called for my car and got in.

The drive was boring as usual and when I got to the office, I sat down waiting for the lawyer to come in. He came in and sat down,

“What have I done this time?” I asked thinking it was probably something filed against me which required signed papers.

He looked quite angry at me and began to speak, “Amaya I have known you since you were a little girl, you get into trouble a lot but by far this is one of the best things you have done for yourself and this entire mafia.” I looked at him fully confused as to what was he talking about.

“What do you mean, what the fuck have I done?” I tried to remember last night and remember sage telling me not to make business deals whilst I am drunk because I will not remember them.

“Amaya first speak to me in the right manner, you may be the boss of me but do not forget I was the man who raised you.” I rolled my eyes and lit one of my cigarettes. Ignoring what he said I continued,

“Well what did I do? I was drunk last night so I don’t remember.” Wishing I did not say the latter because he was ready to give me a full rant about getting drunk and making deals.

“Amaya how many times have I told you, if your father was here what would he think.” He was starting to annoy me.

“Well, my father isn't here, he is lying in his grave so even if he wanted to say something, he wouldn’t be able to.” Then I laughed trying to shadow my bitterness. He dismissed what I said not wanting to argue with me,

“Well last night you signed a document with Mr. Russo which was stating that you are to become partners with him, thus combining your mafias.” I looked at him and nubbed my cigar down, there is no way I did that, I was drunk not fucking drugged.

“Theres no fucking way, this is wrong.” I murmured “Amaya you signed it you can't do anything if you even wanted to.”

I got up not wanting to hear any more of this bull shit and grabbed my bag, calling my car to take me to Mr. fucking Russo's office. I tucked my gun into the back pocket of my jeans and offered my lawyer a grin walking out not giving him a change to stop me.

Oh Mr. Russo you messed with the wrong bitch.