The Mafia King's Rebel
Being a West is the best thing that ever happened to me, and I would kill if it means I get to take the spot back.
“Yeah, don’t you have a meeting in the next two hours? You might want to take a shower, darling. You reek.” I give him a polite smile and he shoots dagger at me, before leaving the grand living room.
I take a deep breath before sitting down on the chair and summoning Miss. Keys, she arrives in less than ten minutes, wiping out the sweat that has gathered in the base of her forehead.
“You called for me, Madam West?” she bows, I have always liked Miss. Keys, she has that natural beauty that not a lot of people get: honey blonde hair and chocolate eyes, with cheekbones so defined,