Chapter 6 - My visit to the Mafia’s

Alex sighed heavily as he looked at the white-painted walls of the house. According to the information he had obtained, this was the only white house in the community, belonging to the highest-ranking agent in the force. It was the first time he had seen a couple of agents who had lasted together for a long time and seemed strong.

The fact that Natalie had befriended the agent's daughter was unacceptable. Regardless of the disagreements between the Kova, there shouldn't be any sort of friendship with that world.

"Boss, should we go in?" one guard asked him.

Sighing again, Alex replied, "No... There's no need because Natalie won't come out without me accompanying her." He said and proceeded to the door, but to his surprise, the parents were absent, and he only met with the daughter.

Of all the people, it had to be her? Alex thought to himself, with annoyance.

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"Is Natalie here?" he asked without sparing me a glance.

‘You don't want to look at me, huh?’ I thought. "No, she is not," and I lied with a wide smile, even though it was obvious.

"Are you lying to me right now?" he asked, his gaze turning cold.

"Yes," I replied stubbornly, what thefuck! . "What are you going to do about it?" I asked defiantly.

Stunned, "What?"

“Oh, for crying out loud, Sophie," Natalie exclaimed, striding over to where I stood. "That's enough," she declared, her gaze focus as she turned to face her father. "I'm staying here for the night," she declared openly.

"That's not going to happen, and you know it," he shot back, his tone firm. "You have two seconds to come out, or I'll turn this place upside down," he warned, his eyes flashing with intensity.

My mind raced, trying to figure out his threat. "What did he just say?" I thought, "Wow, a gangster indeed,” I mumbled.

"Dad, how...?"

"Hmmm, sorry to interrupt," I interjected, stepping in between them, although I wasn't sorry at all. "But this place isn't a backyard that you can tear into pieces," I said, my words laced with a sure smile. "You know, sir, when I first saw you at our school, I thought you were the most beautiful thing I've ever seen..."

"What?" Alex frowned, clearly taken aback by my unexpected compliment.

"For Pete's sake, Sophie," Nat called out nervously.

Ignoring both their glares, I continued, "But seeing and hearing the way you talk, my mother was right... The most handsome people are the ones with the blackest hearts," I added. "My name is Sophie, and I'm a friend of your daughter." I turned and smiled at Nat, who returned the smile, faintly. "So, since she is not allowed to leave the house or have fun outside, how about I come to visit, hmm?" I asked innocently.

"What? Ah!" Nat exclaimed. "Great, why didn't I think of that?" Nat said, a sudden light appearing in her sad eyes. "You live in the same community as me, so visiting each other won't be bad."

"Yeah! I'll see you tomorrow, then," I said, glancing at her father, who was too shocked to speak up. "Good night."

"Yeah!" Nat replied as I closed the door with a loud bang. Just a couple of steps away, I could hear an argument, and Nat's voice was the loudest of them all. I simply smiled and went upstairs. Tomorrow was going to be fun.

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That's what I thought, but this will be the seventh time in two months that I'm visiting Nat's place, and “yet I still haven't met Mr. Kova," I murmured, feeling annoyed.

I mean, let's be frank. I only came here for an eye candy, not just to play around. Since that day at my house, I haven't been able to catch a glimpse of him. "How disappointing," I whispered.

"What are you doing?" Natalie asked, popping out of nowhere.

"Oh, damn. You scared me!" I exclaimed.

"Yeah?"

"Yes, Nat," I replied to her. "But what are you doing? I've been waiting here for a while now."

"Oh, sorry. I'm just sorting through my wardrobe."

"Your wardrobe? Why?" I asked.

"Oh, nothing. Just some clothes I have to throw out. I've outgrown them," she said.

"Oh!” She outgrew her clothes," I thought. Yeah, she is bigger than I am, so I understand. But I wonder what a gangster's clothes look like.

She sighed. "Anyway, if you can't wait... I'll understand," she smiled at me.

"As a matter of fact, why don't I help out, hmm?" I asked with the brightest smile.

"You want to help sort out my wardrobe?" she questioned again.

"Yes. Who knows? I might see something I like," I responded, lying.

"Okay, thanks."

"Yes, let's go," I said, but as I turned in the other direction...

"My room is this way," Nat corrected.

"Sure. After you," I grinned and she laughed.

“You seemed happy to check my wardrobe, Sophie. Why?” Nat suddenly asked staring at me.

Clearing my throat. "Really, it's just your imagination,” I replied. Of coursre not. I was really curious to see it.

“Sure,” Nat replied, but you can tell she wasn't convince.

but to hell, am rearranging her wardrobe today.

"Jesus,  Sop, you are creepy,”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” I replied and We walked for a full two minutes before finally reaching her door. "Wow, that felt like a mile's journey," I blurted out.

"Yeah, sorry," she apologized, and opened the door to her room.

"Holy cow! This is your room?" I exclaimed, shocked.

"Yes, small, right?"

"Are you fucking kidding me, Nat?" I snapped at her. "This place could fit the whole community with no problem," I replied.

"Oh, come on. Don't exaggerate," she said.

"I wish I was," I replied as I walked further inside. "Oh, are those the clothes you plan on throwing out?" I asked, pointing at a heap of clothes near her huge bed.

"Yes!" she replied.

"Wow!" I exclaimed. "Can I take a look at them?" I asked, excitement lacing my voice.

"Sure," she said.

"Cool," I said as I picked up the first item, and to my surprise, it was a plain white gown. "Hmm, it's plain," I commented to her.

"What did you expect it to be like?" she asked.

"Well, you're the gangster’s daughter, so I kind of expected it to be, you know..."

"Actually, I don't," she replied cutting in. "Don't you think your excitement for a dangerous world like the gangsters is getting out of hand?" she asked.

"There's no such thing as 'out of hand" I responded.

“Seriously, You do know that Gangsters are criminals right?” She Suddenly asked, staring intensively at me.

So you are admitting that you are the daughter of a criminal? I almost blurted out. "Really? Cool.” I replied with a repressed smile, "Oh, can I try them on?" I asked, pushing down her statement.

Sighing, "Why am I even wasting my time,” Nat shook her head and added, "Suit yourself,"

“Yes.”

But that was a mistake, and I realized it too late.