Who the hell is Daisy?

Dante’s POV

This woman is an accident waiting to happen. How can she drive such an unreliable car? She can get herself killed. She does not realise in what danger she is. How am I supposed to leave her like this when she saved my life? Perhaps we should just take her home. She is stubborn. She will not come home with me. I know that. Besides, her boyfriend may not like me taking her home. I sigh as I get out of my car. My men are here and have surrounded the place. For now, we are safe, but I cannot let her drive home on her own. Don Brasco will want to kill her for saving me. He has been after my territory for a long time. We were supposed to meet here tonight to talk about our differences. Dons are supposed to be men of their word. Tony Brasco is obviously not a man of honour. He tried to set a trap for me, and he tried to kill me.

If it were not for Leandra Smith, I would be in my grave tonight. I cannot believe that I have been so stupid. Trusting Tony was a big mistake that almost cost me my life. I also have a feeling that somebody in my family is betraying me. Of course, the family is not just your blood. It is the men who are supposed to protect you and the Dons of other families working under your family. Each family has its territory that it is running. I have a large territory. I have been working very hard to become the top and most feared family in the United States. I am in line to become the godfather of the United States. Each country has its godfather, but the godfather of the Italian Mafia always stays in Italy.

“Let us take you home. Your car is not working. How can you drive a piece of crap like this?” I ask.

“Well, sorry, Mr Don Wealthy. Not all of us have a lot of money. I am struggling. This is the only car I can afford. I was planning on fixing Daisy and getting myself a new car,” Leandra says.

“Daisy? Who the hell is Daisy? It must be a cat or a dog if you want to get it fixed,” I say.

“Wow, and you call me stupid? Daisy is my car. Have you never heard about somebody naming their car?” Leandra asks.

“Oh my goodness. Only somebody like you will name their car. A car is a thing made out of steel and other materials. It does not have feelings,” I say.

“Daisy, do not listen to this man. Mommy knows you have feelings, and I love you very much. Now, please be a good girl and start so that we don’t have to drive home with this awful man,” Leandra says.

“We? I’m not taking your car home. It can stay here. I don’t believe anybody will want to steal it. How desperate must somebody be if they want to steal this piece of junk?” I say.

“Oh please, you don’t have any clue about this part of the city. Do you? They will steal my Daisy. Even if they only want to sell her for scrap metal, they will steal her. You must have grown up very privileged. Have you ever been poor? I bet you do not know how it feels to go to bed hungry. Listen, I am not looking for your sympathy or your money. All I want to do is get home. My life is not easy. I’ll have to admit it. But I am happy. I have a faithful boyfriend, which one can be grateful for in today’s life, I have food every day, and I’m out of the orphanage. What more can I ask for? Daisy, do not listen to this man! You are my good girl, not a piece of junk,” Leandra says.

“You can ask for a reliable car. Come with me, let me take you home. Henry, take the car and get it fixed,” I order one of my men.

“Listen, you already gave me ten grand. I do not need you to fix Daisy. I can’t do it myself. I have the money now,” Leandra says. I opened the door and pulled her out of Daisy. I still cannot believe somebody will name their car. Henry gets into the car, and it starts on the first try.

“Daisy, your traitor!” Leandra says.

“Take the car to John. He will take care of it,” I say.

“How am I supposed to get to work tomorrow? I’d rather later today. I need my car. I will get a new car tomorrow and take Daisy in to be repaired,” Leandra says.

“Stop being stubborn. I will lend you a car. How are you going to work at eight? It is almost four,” I ask. I do not normally talk this much, but this woman is something else.

“Hey, I am used to studying all night and then going to university the following morning and writing exams. When I’m done at the university, I will come here and work my whole shift. I can go a day or two without sleep,” Leandra says.

“I am sure you can, but I need to get home. Get in the car. Let me take you home. I will send someone with a car to you. You can even keep the car. I do not care. I have a lot of cars,” I say.

“Well, that is very generous of you. But like I told you, our deal was ten grand, and you gave me the ten grand. You do not owe me anything. Now, be a good boy. Take me home and walk out of my life. I can take a taxi until I can buy a new car,” Leandra says. There is no use fighting her over a car. She is stubborn. She has a lot of guts talking to Italian Mafia Don the way she does. However, she did save my life, and I cannot hold it against her. What does she know about the Italian Mafia? Anyway, she thinks that we don’t even exist. I can forgive her the rudeness since I owe her my life. She gave me directions to her apartment. And I am glad to see that it is in a better neighborhood. I stop it in front of the building and watch her walk in. I give two of my guards an order to stay close to her and keep her safe. It is the best I can do for now. If Brasco comes after her, she will have to move in with me until she is out of danger. My men will watch her, and my men will know if Brasco comes close to her. The men I’m leaving with her are some of my best. If Brasco comes close to her, I will know about it, and we can be here in five minutes.