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Chapter 4

Ava's POV

The next day, I went into my husband's office. I was determined to see what goes on when he goes for his collections. I think it's about time that I go with him and Kayla; at least, I can keep her out of trouble. I walked in while he was on the phone with someone on the other end. Here I was, nervous even though I shouldn't be. I already knew his answer because he's been wanting me to come along to learn. So, I sat on his lap, playing with his hair, leaning down to kiss his neck. I knew what I was doing. When I kiss his neck, he gets off the phone faster. He wrote down an address on a notepad and then got off the phone.

"You do know what that does to me, sweetheart," Smirking, I nodded slowly. Leaning to kiss me, I held two fingers up to his lips. "I want to go to the next collection with you and the guys. I'm tired of staying home wondering if you're going to come home okay or hurt. I want to see what you do." The look on his face said it all; he looked surprised. For almost twenty years, I have stayed home not wanting to go because I thought I should stay here. Now I needed to go. If I'm going to be the queen of the mafia, then I should start going. Cheyenne used to go with Mercury, so I think I should go with him. Taking my fingers from his lips, he kissed the top of my fingertips, then smiled with a serious smile.

"I've been waiting for you to tell me you want to go. Do you realize how awesome this is, Ava? I know you have been training with mom, and she has taught you what she knows. But the thing is, I will train you as well after tonight. We are leaving in a few hours. I need you to be ready. I'm sure you already know how to use a gun since you've been training with dad on that part. You will need to wear all black; that's what we wear when we go on these collections. After tonight, what I'm going to show you in training is going to be all new for you. So, I'm just getting you prepared." I didn’t realize I was going to go with him so soon. I thought he would want me to go with him in a week or two, but nope, he wants me to go with him tonight. What the hell am I going to do about that? Do I even have anything black to wear? Do I even have time to shop? I doubt it; he said in a few hours.

"I'm not sure if I have anything black, Isaiah, but I'll head up and see if I do," I saw him smirk at me. "Honey, I was kidding. Wear jeans and a shirt, whatever you want to wear." He started laughing as I rolled my eyes. I wanted to punch him in the head, but I decided not to. I had to figure out what I was going to wear. I'm not used to this. But I figured something out; his fingers wrapped in my hair, pulling my head toward him. I loved how he did this; his lips smashed into mine, and we deeply kissed each other. We only stopped to catch our breath; we looked lovingly into each other's eyes. I could look into his baby blue eyes for the rest of my life. "Honey, we can continue this when we get back. But right now, I need to get up and get ready." I tried getting off his lap, but he wouldn’t let me. His hand slid down between my legs. I knew he could feel the heat coming off between my legs.

"Your body is saying something different, my sexy mate," he said in a sexy husky voice. "But I know we need to get ready. I need to get the things ready that we will need. Just head upstairs and get ready before I bend you over this desk right now. If I do that, we won't be going anywhere tonight." I smirked, wiggling in his lap, feeling his hardness. I quickly got out of his lap as he growled, watching me leave the office. Then I rushed upstairs to see what I had. I had to link with Cheyenne to see what she would wear if she was going.

Cheyenne, I'm going with your son tonight. If you were going, what would you wear?”  While i was looking for something to wear i found a black shirt, with a pair of ripped black jeans, with my black boots, this will work perfectly fine, its a little over the top since my boots had spikes on them, but i wanted to look like i belonged in the group, while i was getting ready, i finally heard back from Cheyenne, 

“Just wear what you want honey, but make sure you look tough. you don't want those people thinking they can beat you, good luck, i'll be over in a few minutes to see yall off,” the link shut off, So i needed to look tough, alright let's do this, I put on my clothes than my boots, walking to the bathroom, i wondered what i could do, i put my hair in a high ponytail, i didn't think i needed any makeup so i didn’t put any on, but i did find my daggers, so i placed them in my boots, they were deep enough so no one would know they were there. i was ready, taking a deep breath i walked out of the room bumping right into my daughter Taylor

Taylor pov

I knew we were going on a collection tonight, I put on what i always put on, my black hoodie with jeans and my boots, my hair was put up in a messy bun, i liked it that way it kept it out of the way so if i got into a fight, they wouldn't be able to pull on my hair. i hated that why in the world do they always go for the hair or a hard smack in the face, that just pissed me off even more, I got a link from my father just as i was putting on my boots, 

“Taylor, your mom is coming with us tonight, go and check up on her and make sure she's alright, i know she's nervous so just try and calm her down if that's even possible,” I wanted to laugh, "What? Mom is coming? When did she ever want to go with us? She always says she would rather stay home and wait for us to get home, so I decided to link back. I wanted to be a smart ass, but I decided not to do that, I didn't want to be stuck at home wondering what was going on.

“Alright dad, i'm just putting on my boots, Then i'll head to yalls room to see if she's okay,” i ended the link before i ended up saying something that would piss him off, because trust me,  i could piss him off real easy but then i would be stuck here bored out of my mind, heading out i walked toward my parents room. Mom was coming out right when i stopped at their door, she almost bumped right into me, when i saw her, my mouth dropped open, She was wearing black ripped jeans, a black shirt with spiked knee high boots, her hair was in a high ponytail,  shaking my head i gently pushed her back into the room telling her sit down, she looked confused but sat down anyway, 

“Mom you look hot as h3ll, but i don't like the high ponytail, you look like your going through something like that,” i took out her ponytail, brushed it so it wasn't tangled, my mom had dark long hair, it was almost down to her a$$. so i decided to cut it, we had an hour left, So why not, i cut it where it was in the middle of her back, i knew she would feel better and a little light headed at first but she will be alright, i made sure her hair was even then i brushed it out again, Twisting her hair into a messy bun, she looked really good, i made her change her shirt because she would be itching from all the hair that was on it, than i was done, “mom, do you have something just incase you need to use to to protect yourself?; she nodded taking out to sharp looking daggers from her right boot, than placed them back inside them, nodding i agreed with her, she looked bad ass but the messy bun didn't look right in her head, so i said screw it and placed it into a ponytail, she looked better without the one on top of her head, she looked like a badass chick, “Alright your ready mom, i think dad is going to like what your wearing, we heading downstairs to where my dad was waiting for us with uncle Spike and Grandpa Hawk, they were just wearing regular clothes, they didn't have to try hard to look scary because they look scary, If you ever met Spike, you would probably want to run the other way, He was the nicest guy you could ever meet. but if he is working or you mess with is family, well he turns into a whole different kind of person, he has short brown hair that he likes to keep short, brown eyes he's about 6,4 and very strong his arms looked like if he clotheslined you, you wouldn't be getting back up at all, even grandma Cheyenne was waiting for us, she always comes to see us off, she sometimes comes with us like Her mate Mercury, but not all the time, 

"Ava, you look hot, woman. Here I have something for you. Since it’s your first time going out with the guys and Taylor, I want to give you something. You know how to shoot, so if you need to, I want you to shoot." She gave mom a pistol. It was long and looked heavy. Wait, that was grandma's gun. "Grandmother, are you giving mom your gun? Are you for real? That's a badass gun."

“Yes, I'm giving this to your mother. You see, before Goldie left to travel the world with her mate, she gave this to me. She told me to give it to the next queen of the mafia, so that's what I'm doing. I'm giving it to Ava. She knows how to use it. She's been training for a few years now. I think she can handle it." I was shocked. I didn't know mom was training with a gun. Dang, what else has she been doing that I didn't know she was doing? I thought she just hung around the house cleaning or planning parties or something. Turns out she's a badass. Damn, my mom is a badass.

"Alright, guys, we need to head out. Everything is in the SUV, so let's get going. This motherlucker is an hour away, so let's get going. I want to get there and get back home, so let's go." When dad says "let's go," that's when we go. It means he's tired of talking and he wants to leave. So we headed to the SUV, got inside, and then sped off. Dad will talk about what to do when we get closer. I knew I would be by the door as always, but that's fine. As for mom, I'm not sure what she will do, but I'm sure dad will figure it out. I can't wait to see her in action.”