Currently under heavy editing! Book 1 My Mafia Queen!

The man grabbed her hair forcefully, "Liam fucking Winter? Where is he? Don't waste any more of my time, bitch!"

Myra could only sigh and close her eyes, sick that she had to deal with this nearly every day. She wondered why people were so obsessed with her long hair. She was also upset to learn that few people were aware of her identity.
Click.

The sound of a gun's safety being clicked off can be heard.

"Lucky for you, you're standing in front of his sister."

My Mafia Queen

I looked up from my paper when someone literally screamed my name out loud. So fucking loud. 


"Myra!!" She screamed my name again before she barged into my room without knocking. That was weird. Lylia wasn't the type of person who barged into my room without my permission. This must be something important then. 


"The fuck? What do you want?" I rolled my eyes before putting the papers down, now giving her my full attention. 


"You won't believe this." She was sweating a bit. 


I tilted my head, confused. "What do you mean?" 


"Scar... The Barzini..." She took a moment to inhale sharply. She was out of breath. Panting and exhaling for a few seconds. 


"Did you just ran here?" I quirked an eyebrow. Okay, now this was interesting. 


"Liam isn't here. Jake is at home with Elena. Shit. This is bad, Myra. This is so bad." Lylia anxiously paced left and right. 


Chapter 12 : They are here... again