Half Of The Mafia Man (COMPLETED)

Chapter 23*

Vad
(n.) Wild; untamed; uncontrollable.

Willow's POV

I walked downstairs wearing my black high waist jeans with a nude cropped shirt and my black thigh high heels. I found Sean trying to strangle Mr. Chan who looked terrified for his life.

“Sean?” I asked and he looked at me only for a second before his eyes turned back to Chan.

“Stay out of it, Willow,” he said through gritted teeth and I raised an eyebrow. What did I do?

“Stay out of what? What the hell is going on?” I asked walking toward them, he looked at me before punching Chan who dropped numb on the floor.

“He said he fucked you last night. Is that true?” I looked at Chan then at him.

Yes I did go out last night, getting drunk with Candice and her other three friends. I know it's not good to be drinking on a school night but we did and it was epic!
I never fucked Chan and I sure as hell wouldn't do it even if my life was on the line. Imagine me with Chan in the same bed. I'd honestly rather kill myself and die than fuck Chan.
And I wouldn't do that to Sean when I know he likes me and he has been nothing but nice to me. And yes Floyd like me too but Sean streets me like his queen.

“And you believed him?” his face softened and he turned to Chan with a glare. I have been daydreaming about fucking Sean from last week Thursday. Even tried seducing him and I hope he gives in soon.

“I knew he was talking bullshit!” Sean yelled kicking Chan in the abdomen.

“Can I borrow a Bugatti?” I asked and he turned to me with a small smile, he nodded his head and gave me his office keys. I grabbed them and walked back upstairs and to his office.

I looked through his drawers and instead of car keys, I found a folder. I took it out and opened it, the first page was my photo when I was younger. A ten year old me grinning at the camera. The next photo was of me and dad walking inside the ice cream shop. The next one was of me smiling at dad, even though I don't remember when it was. The next photo was dad when he entered the polica car. Why does Sean have these photos? I flippsed the page and my eyes went wide, he had information about me. My height, my favourite ice cream. But ye didn't write my name. He knew everything about my dad too.

“Willow!” he yelled just out of the door and I shut the folder closed before shoving it in the drawer and opening another drawer so it looks like I was looking for the keys.

“Hey, I don't see the keys,” I said looking up to find him staring at me with an unreadable expression. He smirked and walked closer to me, my heart was racing as he opened the first drawer and lifted the tablet and pulled the keys out.

“You are blind, aren't you?” he joked and I chuckled. Not that his joke was funny but I was scared for my life.

“I'm not, why are you hiding the keys under the things?” I asked and he chuckled nodding his head.

His eyes looked down at the drawers before he looked at me and said, “You should get going or you gonna be late,” I nodded before leaving the office and walking out of the house and to the garage.