TROUBLE

nineteen

*TW: Drugs*

Cecilia's POV

So obviously yesterday never went exactly to plan.

I mean... I don't think I even went in there with a plan.

I was expecting to go in, they tell me what they want, I either accept it or tell them to fucking do one.

The whole family- except my aunty and Nonna, are all sitting around the round conference table in the meeting room. I am sat beside my papa and Rocco. They both agreed I deserved a place at beside them, not only because the organisation I run, but according to them my intelligence and Witt is needed in a position of power.

Everyone here are wearing dark colours, in the underworld wearing colours like black, navy, grey will prove authority and control. Something you need a tight grip on in this world.

"Ms Raven, your visitors have arrived." One of my soldiers, George, informs from the doorway.

"Thank you George, escort them in please."

"Would you like us to do weapon checks boss lady?" This receives countless looks from my family, while Myth and Joker, the two guys of the inner circle, also two of my closest friends, begin to stand from their seats.

"If that's possible. Allow one firearms and one small blade per person." George nods, while Myth and Joker follow him out. My brothers and cousins look at me sceptically. "Don't you give me that look. You may trust these people but I don't even know them I need to be assured I am safe on my own land. Capiche?" (Understand)

A couple gulp, while the others stiffly nod. I sit back listening to the sound of pounding, heavy footsteps down the corridor, closely followed by quieter ones.

The door swings open with so much force, it hits the wall behind it. From their entrance, I am instantly tense, and I rise to my feet with vigour. Rocco grabs my forearm lightly, indicating me to back down. I shrug off his arm and turn towards the towering figures in the doorway.

"I'm going to need you to calm down before you even attempt to sit-"

"You have got to be kidding me!!"

Any guesses on who was standing in the doorway to my conference room. It was none other than Miles fucking Alexander.

So it turns out I do know the New York Mafia leader... and his second in command.

He stands stoic, looking dumbfounded by me being amongst the others. He slowly looks around and notices no given emotions on anyones faces. His eyes snap back to me and the anger is soon returned to his topaz eyes.

"Not only did I have abandon my weapons at the door, as well as my fucking guards. I walk in and find my gir- my allies daughter standing up to me!" He seethes, with so much venom in his tone.

What was he going to say?

"I'm going to need you to calm the fuck down. The weapons and the guard are for the protection of my people, as well as my family. If you have a problem with it I will quite gladly show you the door. But do not expect to be involved in the takedown of Villin." I stride of to Miles and Maddox.

Miles looks pissed, like he is seconds away from murdering someone- most likely me- with his bare hands. While Matteo looks mildly impressed. "It's good to see you again mami." He smiles, I try not to smile but of course I do. "Hey papi." I wink, which earns me a glare from everyone around the table.

"Now that is sorted. Welcome, I will explain my attachment to all of this at a later point. But please take a seat at the table, shut the fuck up. Do not interrupt anyone when they are talking- I want some form of peace in here. And if you have a problem take it to the fucking ring in the training suites." I sit back down. Miles sits directly opposite me, not once letting his beautiful, yet emotionless eyes leave me once.