The Mafia's Princess

#Chapter1

Avatia's POV

/"Oh mom, seriously?/" I asked my mom. God. Why do moms always have to oppose to their children's demand. I can't believe my mom wants me to stay at home on a Monday morning and miss my interview simply because she needs help with the packing. Yes, we just moved into this new quiet neighborhood. It's quite nice and the view is everything but I'm not missing my interview.

/"But mom, Draya says the interview is today. I can't miss it. I'd help out when I come back. I promise./" I kept protesting, knowing she'd eventually give up.

/"Fine! You win, but be careful honey. And I wish you luck, okay?/"

I ran into a sweet hug from my mom.

/"Thanks mom. I won't let you down. You know, we need the money to keep up with the bills and food./" I tried to give her a solid reason for working. Yes! My mom doesn't want me to handle both work and school at the same time. But I don't have any class yet since we just moved in. I'll enroll in college next week though.

/"In case it gets too hard, just quit. I don't want you stressing out honey. /" she said. She always says that anyways. She's a nurse.

She is the only family I have. Dad died when I was 17. Well, it wasn't easy from there but we didn't let it get in the way. Mom is over protective of me. Well, that’s because I am her only baby.

/"Bye mom./" I said as I kissed her forehead.

/"Not so fast sweetheart, your breakfast first./" And that is my super mom for you. Urghh.

/"But mo-/"

/"No buts Avatia Kim Hilton. Breakfast first./" Mom said. Well, when ever she calls me like that, I know she's in her momma bear mood. I just have to give up.

/"Fine. /" I huff.

*****

Well, here I am, after having a healthy breakfast under moms watchful eyes. I take out my phone and call Draya, my best friend. More of a sister. No answer. Oh great. She said I should wait for her here and she's nowhere in sight. I hate waiting for people. I really hate it. What a deserted place. I mean I didn't know this type of places existed in New York.

I decide to go across the road and sit on the waiting bench. No car. Good. I start walking. Then all of a sudden, I hear a car hooting so close. How come? I look to my right and see a speeding car. It's like everything stopped for a moment and my mind couldn't process anything. I couldn't walk again. I became so scared. Oh my God, Avatia..... You're dead. You're so dead. Mom warned you. She warned you.

The hooting became super close. I shut my eyes in fear, not willing to witness my own death. Dear God, please help me. I wait for the pain, flying up and landing really hard but I don't feel anything. Am I dead already? Oh no! Oh no! I can't breathe again. Oh no!

/"What the hell, kid?/" Huh, I'm not dead? I slowly opened my eyes and looked at the guy who was yelling at me from the black Lamborghini that was directly in front of me. Just inches away. That was close. Then the guy with the husky voice stepped out of the car. Oh my God. Wait a minute. Did I say guy. Scratch that. The Greek god in a human body. /"Are you fuckin' crazy?/"

I snap out of my thoughts at his words. Did he just call me kid and cuss? Even though he has the most amazing Italian accent I've ever heard, he's so rude. He's looking at me with piercing silver eyes filled with rage. I respect people and driving rules. He doesn't. I mean this road was crystal clear before I started crossing. He was driving above the speed limit and now he's not even sorry. For crying out loud he called me kid! And I'm 21! I do the one thing I know best. I stick out my tongue at him and walk away without looking back. Childish, I know but I'm not a bully. I don't know how to cuss in return. Lame though.

I finally reach the waiting area and sit but the car is nowhere in sight. What a handsome and annoying man.

But something was out of place. The way he looked at me. That look. I can't figure it out. Aside from rage, there was some type of emotion there.

Just when my butt touched the bench, my phone rang. Now look at when she finally decides to call.

/"Where are you? /" I ask as I pick up the call.

/"I'm so sorry Ava, I was with my boss. I'm minutes away. Don't be sad, I know how deserted that part of the town is and how bored you can be. I'm so sorry. Lunch's on me./" She answered and I know she really is sorry.

/"Just hurry. /" I tell her and hang up. What a way to start a Monday. Urghhh.

***

Miss Hilton you can start work tomorrow. I'm impressed with your attitude./" The calm old man who owned the shop said. The coffee shop was far more beautiful and classic than I expected and the boss seemed friendly. On any other day, I'll jump and do my happy dance right in front of him but not after that encounter with that rude greek god. Don't get it wrong, I'm excited to start working here, it’s a cool place. Mom would be proud.

/"Thank you sir. I'm grateful./" I smiled at him as I shook his warm hands.

He smiled back at me. /"Just call me Adam, dear./"

/"Sure sir___I mean, Adam. I'll just go see Draya./" Once he shook his head signaling a yes, I walked out to a sorry looking Draya.

I was pulled into one of her bone crushing hugs. /"I'm super duper sorry Ava, Adam needed me to run an errand for him. He's a nice guy, I couldn't say no. I'm so sorry B. F. F. A. E.