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

"Hey dad." I greeted the old man once I closed my car door. 


"Hey, baby girl! Come hug this old man!" Dad grinned. 


Winter Garcia, 50 years old. The previous boss of White Wolves before Liam took over. Dad was still involved with the mafias but not so much. He mostly handled the trading and business partner matters. Dad was realllllyyy good at persuading someone. 


"Wow. You got yourself a new car?" He whistled as he caressed my red car. 


"Yeah. Cheaper than the last one though. And it's freaking red, dad." I made a peace sign. I always wanted to have a red car. I could finally check off that on my bucket list. 


"How are you, dad?" I gave dad a firm hug. It's been so long... I didn't realize how much I've missed dad. 


He shrugged before pulling away a little, "You know. Still the same." 


I squinted my eyes, "What do you mean by the 'same'? Be more specific, dad." As I air quoted the word 'same'. 


Chapter 14 : Winter Garcia