Chapter 4

Ava's POV

"Your contract is set for one year, but if you decide you want to stay with us for a longer period of time and everything is in order on my end, we can discuss extending your contract."

"It's all right," I finally said.

"Your hours and days will be 8 a.m. to 6 p.m., Monday through Saturday; however, due to my work and the fact that my oldest is not usually home, I may require you to work later some nights."

I agreed and noded. I had no idea she had another child, but it did not appear to be a problem because he or she was obviously older.

"Your weekly salary will be $2,000, and depending on your preference, I can pay you in cash or by check."

My mouth widens in surprise. I quickly shut my mouth before Veronica notices. I can't believe what I just heard: $2,000 DOLLARS.

"Um, Veronica," I said quietly.

"Yes, Ava," she responds.

"Did you say two thousand dollars?" I inquired again.

"Oh, do you need more? We can certainly negotiate a price," she responds.

"Oh, no... No, 2,000 dollars is more than enough, thank you very much." I said.

"If you say so, Darling," she said as she stands up and walks to the top of the stairs.

Veronica screams, "Daliaaaaaaa"

A little girl runs down the stairs as soon as she screams her name. She has wavy brown hair and her mother's smile, but not her mother's eyes. Her eyes are a lovely green, and I have a strange feeling I know her.

She smiled as she looks at me.

"Dalia, this is Ava, and she will be looking after you for the next year," Veronica explains to Dalia.

"Hello, you're very pretty, Dalia," I said as I approached her.

She looks at me again, walks towards me, and hugs my leg. I lean in and hug her as well.

"You're really pretty," she remarks.

"Thank you, Princess," I laughed.

I hear footsteps coming down the stairs just as she is about to say something. I'm assuming it's the father because I haven't seen him yet, but what I see surprises me even more.

It's him, the guy I ran into on the street. Dalia lets go of my leg and dashes towards him, grabbing his leg and yelling, "Big Brotherrrr!!!"

He was the leader of one of the most dangerous Mafia groups, according to Charis and Jenny. It all became clear to me why Veronica had told me about my safety and how surprised she was that I had not heard of the Jasons.

He is staring at me angrily. Anyone else would be scared, but I've dealt with worse than him, so I just give him the same look he gives me. He looks me in the eyes and grabs his mother, saying, "What . Is. She. Doing. Here?"

"Calm down, Andrew; she's here to look after your sister." Why are you staring at me in this way? She's not one of those girls you mess around with. "Just as you requested." Veronica explained.

I wasn't sure what they were talking about, but I soon realized that every girl who showed up for the interview looked like someone Andrew would fuck and then leave. I wasn't going to let this jerk ruin it for me.

"I'm here to look after your sister and nothing else." I said

Both he and his mother looked at me, his mother was relieved, but he became more enraged.

"You're as bad as hell!" He yelled.

"Andrew, watch your tone; I hired her and we signed the contract; you're going to have to deal with her." Veronica elaborated.

He looked at his mother and then back at me, storming over to me, and I didn't move an inch, which surprised him because he stopped right in front of me, and I could see the surprise on his face. But the expression vanished as soon as he realized I saw it.

He leaned in close to my ear and said, "If you ever talk to me again, I will kill you." So let's make it easier on everyone by quitting."

I looked up at him and shook my head before approaching Dalia and saying, "Let's go color."

When I returned my gaze to him, I noticed that his eyes had turned red.

I walked out with Dalia thinking, "I'm going to hate this year."

***

Andrew's POV

Three years ago...

"You're so pretty, Dalia," I cooed to Dalia, who was in my arms.

She just laughed and began to play with my shirt.

Dalia was the one blessing God had bestowed upon me; she was my light. Even if I were a bad person, I would never let Dalia see me like that.

My father was the leader of our gang, which was known as the largest and most dangerous gang in the United States. I didn't want to be in a gang; all I wanted was a normal high school experience, but as soon as I graduated from high school last year, my father made me his second In command.

I've been trained and instructed on what to do when my father hands over the gang to me. I had my first fighting lesson when I was five years old, and I've had two-hour lessons twice a day ever since.

My father taught me how to hold a gun and shoot around the age of 14, when I had mastered fighting and defending myself. He agreed to let me get my first tattoo after I hit my first target at target practice.

I enjoyed getting tattoos because I enjoyed the pain I felt when the ink was applied to my skin. I'm not suicidal; I just don't feel anything.

That was the third thing my father taught me: I couldn't connect with people and shouldn't have feelings for anyone. When I asked if he loved my mother, he said he did, but he would shoot her if she betrayed him. He said I was weak if I had a second thought about shooting someone.

I dropped all my friends and only fucked girls after he told me that, and then dropped them the next day. I never wanted to have second thoughts about killing someone who would betray me. But then Dalia appeared and transformed me. She was the one person who would never judge me and who I could never hurt.

Even with Dalia in my life, there was no room in my life or heart for anyone other than Dalia.

***

Present Day...

I was on my way to Stallion's house because he had lied to me and told the rival gang where our shipments were arriving. He had cost me a lot of money, and now he was going to pay it.

I was deep in thought when a girl bumped into me and knocked herself down to the ground. I was irritated that she had bumped into me and was causing me to be late. When I finally decided to look at her, she was still on the floor; at first, I didn't recognize her, but then I did. She even touched me, which disgusted me.

"Watch where you're going," I advised.

"You were in my way," she said as she rose from the ground.

Who did she think she was talking to when she answered me? Did she not realize who she was speaking to? I was even more enraged that this whore thought she could talk to me in that manner.

"You have no idea who I am, and if you did, you wouldn't be talking to me like that." I responded

"I couldn't care less who you are." She remarked as she got up and started walking.

"You will, bitch, you will soon find out." I spoke just as she and her friends were turning the corner.

After I killed Stallion, I would have my men look for her and figure out how I could make her pay for having her whore hands on me and talking back to me.