Mafia Meeting

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AMELIA

I pick out my one favourite dresses it's a red self one with a slit up the thigh. It has a high neck line so is perfectly appropriate for a meeting with the mafia.

My dad has a meeting with the Italian mafia leader. He hasn't told me why I have to come, but I do as he says.

I put soft curls in my hair and do some light make up. I'm not quite sure how to dress for a meeting like this because all the  other meetings I've been to have been over dinner.

I put on my signature necklace and check myself one last time in the mirror before making my way downstairs.

"You look gorgeous Millie" charlotte says running up and wrapping her arms around my waist.
"Thank you my love" i say to her. Her hands tightening around me at my words. My love. What our mama used  to all us before she died. It's been 2 years but the grief is still fresh. She overdosed. She took her own life leaving us with dad. I don't know why she did it and I don't  know if I think she's brave or selfish.

My eyes fill with tears. No. My make up.
"Ok charlotte I'll be home late so you can have dinner with miss Johnston." I say placing a kiss on her head pulling  away.
"Bye" she shouts running towards the kitchen. I sniffle then turn and walk to the car. My feet hurt already. I hate heels.

I step into the  car and take a seat next to my father. 
"I told you that dress is ugly, didn't i" he growls eyes me with disapproval.
"I'm sorry" I say. I hate being this close  to him.
"You will be sorry" he say chuckling and turning to face the window. My stomach fills  with anxiety. What's he talking about? What's he planning?

The car comes to a stop and the car door opens.
"Thank you" i nod to the driver stepping out the car.

I recognise this building. It's a club i sometimes go to. Why are we here?

My father leads me through the club. Through the crowds of people. With a firm grip on my forearm.
We reach a corridor and he lets go off my arm.
We walk towards a big door with a security guard next to it.
"Mr rivers, I've got a meeting with Mr Romano." My dad says to the man, he looks at me,
"Miss Rivers" i quietly say. The nerves in my stomach growing.
The guard steps back opening the door.

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