Mafia Desire novel (Ava and Andrew)

Chapter 29

Chapter 29 "Hello, this is Congressman-"

"I don't care, I need you to get some of my men out of jail."

"Pardon me? Who exactly is this?"

"It's six. Now I need you to help me with some business."

Six is my street name, what most people know about me, and what I use to threaten people.

"I'm not doing any business with you; I'm calling the cops."

"If I were you, I wouldn't do that." I was bored out of my mind, I explained. Couldn't people just figure out what I was doing and say, "Yes sir?" I hated how many times I had to pull the family card.

"Pardon me? "I'm finished with this phone call."

"What is your daughter's age?" She appeared to be about five years old to me and your wife, I think blondes are attractive, she should dye her hair." I was thinking about my new favorite hair color when I said this. Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org

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"W-what?" He stated.

"If you don't do exactly what I say, I'll kill your family." I responded by threatening everything he cared about.

"O-okay..." He finally spoke up.

"There will be three gentlemen at your door in about 20 seconds; if you do not do what they say, I will kill your daughter and wife." I used the word emotionless because that is exactly what I was.

"P-ple-."

I hung up because begging would only aggravate me further. I made a few more phone calls, some of which resulted in threats and others in which people simply cooperated.

I had finished my work and felt compelled to go check on Ava. I left my office and went to her room; when I opened the door, there was no sign of Ava. When I went downstairs to look in the kitchen and didn't find her, I became concerned.

She was obstinate, but I hoped not stupid, because God help her if she fled. I needed to protect her because I wouldn't know what to do if something happened to her.

I searched the house for her and became enraged when I couldn't find her. I clenched my fist and reached for my phone, ready to call my men, when something moved in the corner of my eye.

I approached the window that overlooked the backyard and noticed her floating in the pool. As I walked to the backyard, I unclenched my jaw and relaxed my fists.

"What the hell are you doing, Ava?" I inquired, my concern overshadowed by annoyance.

"I'm swimming, dumb-ass." Ava responded.

"And why are you swimming at ten o'clock at night?" I inquired.

"Wait, it's been 2 hours?" She inquired, perplexed.

"Ava, 2 hours? You've been here for two hours?" I was taken aback. I would not have known if she had drowned.

"Uh yeah," she replied.

I sighed as I ran my hand through my hair, wondering why I was so concerned about her. "What the hell, Ava, you could have drowned if you had hit your head."

"No problem, Andrew." She was still in the water.

"All right, come out, playtime is over." I told her I was done playing her games.

She considered fighting me, but eventually nodded her head in agreement.

"All right, all right. But please assist me." She inquired as I extended my arm.

I grabbed her arm and was suddenly dragged into the water. I'd never learned to swim, and being in water was my biggest fear, though I didn't tell anyone.

I struggled to keep my head above water and blacked out when I failed.

I rolled over to the side to breathe after feeling the water leave my lungs. I coughed a few times before regaining my strength and composure.

"Oh my... Thank you, God. Are you all right, Andrew?" Ava inquired.

I was furious; she could have dragged me into the water and nearly killed me. I hated being scared, but I was terrified when I was in the water, and she was the one who got me in there.

"Are you fucking serious, Ava?" I yelled angrily.

"Andr.....," she began.

"Don't even bother talking to me." I said this as I entered the house.

I awoke the next morning just as angry at Ava as I had been the day before.

When my mother called, I went to my office to try to distract myself with work.

"What is it, mother?" While sitting in my office, I said.

"Dalia will be with Papa and Ma for the next four weeks, so Ava will not need to work." She said this over the phone.

"All right. Tell Dalia that I love her. Bye." I said.

I kept working until I heard a gentle knock on my door. I looked up and saw Ava staring at me.

"What do you want?" I asked, still irritated by what had happened the day before.

"I need to get to work," Ava said as she walked over to my desk.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, Dalia will be staying with her grandparents for a few weeks," I said, attempting to ignore her and get her to leave my office.

"Okay, so what should I do in the meantime?" She asked, not picking up on any of my hints.

"I don't care" I responded emotionlessly.

She finally got the idea and began walking away.

"When are you going to meet Travis?" she inquired as she prepared to leave.

I hate that motherfucker. Even though I was angry with her, she was still mine, and Travis needed to understand that.

"Today," I said flatly, not bothering to lie to her.

"OK, I'll come with you," she said, shrugging her shoulders.

She was as bad as hell.

"He's coming here, and you're not going anywhere near him," I warned her.

"Let's get one thing straight, just because I'm giving you another chance and living with you doesn't mean you have any authority over me; I'll see who I want and do what I want," she said as she spun around and walked out..

My fist tightened and my jaw clenched. No one, not even her, would speak to me in that manner, and I knew how that jerk looked at her... I was the only one who could look at her in that way. I wanted to kill him just for looking at her, but I knew I couldn't, so she couldn't be there when he was finished.

"AVAAA," I yelled as I stormed out of my office, trailed by her.

She turned around and looked me in the eyes, both of us furious.

Before thinking about what to say, I yelled, "I am the leader of America's largest and most dangerous Mafia, you will do what I say or I will..."

"What are you going to do? Kill me?" she asked.

She snatched my gun from my waistband and slammed it into my hand.

When I looked at the gun, I realized what I had said, followed by what she had said. When I looked at her, I was reminded of something she told me one night, she was afraid of death; she had been through hell and back; all my rage faded, and I was left feeling empathy for her.

"If you don't kill me, I'll continue to do what I want." Ava said as she walked away from me and into her room.

Ava's POV

I opened the door to see him standing there.

"Yes?" As I stared him down, I was still annoyed with him.

"May I enter?" He inquired as I stood there contemplating whether or not to let him in.

"It depends on what you're here to say, because I'm not having another yelling match with you." My voice was laced with rage as I snapped.

I stood completely still, not wanting to fall into his touch, as he approached me and placed his hand on my cheek, stroking it with his thumb.

"I apologize." He said it without hesitation.

"For what?" I asked, expecting him to elaborate but knowing he wouldn't, just a small apology is enough.

"I know you're not a property and that you're your own person, but I just need to know you're safe." He sighed and sagged his shoulders.

"Why are you so concerned, Andrew? I was safe before you, and I will continue to be safe after you." I said this placing my hand on his wrist.

"As much as I hate remembering it, just a few weeks ago you called me a whore and told me not to talk to you." I continued, knowing we needed to discuss that matter.

His eyes dropped as soon as I asked, and he looked almost sad as memories flashed through his mind.

"God Ava, I don't know why, to be honest but please don't say after me. Regardless of what you say, I'm staying in your life." He mumbled, his face downcast in surrender.

"And I know what I did, and honestly, I still don't know what happens to me when you're around, but I just know I don't feel the same when you're not." So, if that means apologizing for the rest of my life, I'll do it."

"You're adorable, Andrew." I chuckled, allowing my smile to spread across my face.

"Don't call me that again," he growled as his face shot up to mine.

"Haha, it appears I struck a nerve." I laughed as I continued to tease him.

He grabbed the back of my neck and drew me into him before I could finish teasing him.