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"Tell her to clear up her schedule, now!" She whispers lowly and someone chuckles from behind me.
I crane my neck to give a silent warning look to the men behind me. Everyone straightens up.
Miss Jane smiles at me, once again, "Right this way, sir. Let's meet Anastasia's class teacher, Miss Isabella Smith."
We walk down the length of the school's corridor, and I slide my one hand into my pocket as I walk, thinking about the list of things I need to do.
Anastasia's dance is just a moment's reprieve. I have a whole lot to do, starting with tightening our security. Last night, my men were attacked and one was murdered. Of course, the attackers were caught and killed. All except one. I know he wishes he had died with the others. I spent this morning torturing him and trying to extract information.
"Who do you belong to?" I had asked.
“Fuck you!” he spat back at me.
He left me no choice but to press my blade further into his stomach, making a quick line from end to end.
He gurgled as warm blood flowed down my arms.
He was just a soldier in his mafia. They are the ones who do all the dirty jobs.
The man grinned blood-stained teeth at me. "Go to hell, you son of a bitch."
Without moving a muscle on my face, I stood up and cleaned my hand with a rag before turning to walk out.
I nodded at my men who were stationed by the door and they moved in.
The man's screams filled the air before quickly silencing out.
Right now, frustration still fills my pores. I know it's one of the neighboring mafias that did it, but I just wanted a name.
I have a strong feeling it's Gabriel Assante of the Black Heart Mafia. The man has been a thorn in my side for the longest time, and I in his.
His plans to infiltrate my territory have been continuously foiled and I know he's trying harder. I just need proof.
"It's this way, sir," Miss Jane says, almost bowing. We walk past several people who quickly duck into rooms or lower their heads as we pass.
"Do you want a glass of wine while you talk with her?" Miss Jane asks, and I know if my sister-in-law were here, she would roll her eyes. Stella doesn't like frivolities and would also agree that Miss Jane is doing too much.
"No," I say sharply. I just want to say a word or two with her teacher and head out to watch Anastasia perform the dance she has rehearsed in front of me about a million times already.
We walk further on and I begin to hear raised voices.
"What do you mean I should ask Stella’s parents to leave?" A voice asks, surprise clear in her tone.
Someone replies, almost a whisper. "You need to understand, Miss Smith. Someone very important is coming–"
"No parent is more important than the other," Miss Smith replies firmly.
So this is Anastasia's teacher.
We get closer to the door and I see Miss Jane get nervous.
She pushes open the door, and I walk in to see a man and woman seated on chairs while another woman stands. Next to her is the man Miss Jane asked to visit Miss Smith in readiness for my arrival.
Someone gasps and I hope to hell that it's the couple that have jumped up on their feet and not me.
Because I am in awe.
I have seen my fair share of beautiful women, and I have reacted to them, but nothing has ever hit me like Miss Smith.
