Page 2 of Ruthless Mafia Daddy

If I filmed my ride home for an audition for theFast and Furious. I’m positive I would’ve landed myself a role as a stunt double.

I rushed past the entrance, sending a quick hello to the butler, and made for the imperial staircase. It was my favorite part of the house growing up, and I always got into trouble from sliding down the rails.

“Good evening, Father.” I greeted him as I stepped into his study.

He was sitting behind his desk in his pajamas, his reading glasses perched on his crooked nose as he observed the files spread out in front of him with a scowl.

“Sit.” He ordered, not taking his eyes off the files. I gently lowered myself into the chair in front of him, my heart picking up an unstable rhythm.

“I have a job for you.” He divulged, finally tearing his eyes from the files. “This is a very important project, Cara. The subject is the most dangerous you’ll ever work on, but the threat he poses is far greater than the risk,” he added, pushing the files to me.

“The files contain all you need to know about him.” He paused for a while before finally adding, “If you do a great job, Cara, this might just be your last.”

My eyes doubled in surprise, and I pulled the files closer to get a proper look at the subject. “Mikhail Ivanov. He’s a Russian Don?” I asked, my surprise slowly changing to fear.

“Yes.”

“This is a job for the feds. How am I supposed to take down a Russian Don? He’s not some mobster but a Don. How could I possibly…?”

“Cara!” His voice killed off every protest in me. He was the only one who still called me by my birth name and not my work name. It was a very small gesture, but it always made me feel good, like he still held on to my original identity and didn’t want me to forget.

“You know how this works. We work with the feds from the sidelines, and they only give us these jobs when the criminal has infiltrated the system. This is very important, and a lot is at stake.” His eyes were blazing in a way I had never seen before. This must be a huge deal. “What do you need me to do?”

“We’re obviously no match for him in combat, so we’ll be relying on your expertise. Get close to him, get him to warm up to you, and report all you find. I’ve instructed Vivian and James to provide you with every assistance you’ll need.”

“Is there something I should be looking out for?” I queried, glancing through his file.

“Nothing in particular, just enough evidence to bring him in.”

“Alright,” I said, getting on my feet. “I’ll do my best. Goodnight, Father.”

“Cara.” He called out as my fingers wrapped around the door handle. “Don’t mess this up.”

“When have I ever failed you?”

“I know. That’s why I gave this to you. Goodnight, kid.” A small smile appeared on his lips, and he almost looked like the man who adopted me from the orphanage twenty years ago, save for the grey hair and tired eyes.

“Get some rest. I’ll take care of it,” I assured and headed out of the house.

***

“Deep breaths, Cara. We’ll find a way around this, I promise,” Vivian said, gently rubbing my shoulders.

I came straight to her house after my brief meeting with our father. Vivian was the only kid I was able to form a close relationship with in the house, and we’ve been like sisters since then.

“How am I supposed to do this? Have you even looked at his file?” I asked, throwing Mikhail’s file at her.

“How am I supposed to get close to him? He’s barely at social gatherings, and no one knows where he is or where he will be till he appears there. And did I mention he has no social media? Just some news about him on gossip tabloids, and they’re all about the woman practically throwing themselves at his feet and all the businesses he has overtaken.”

“He’s quite handsome,” Vivian commented, holding up a picture attached to the file.

I snatched it from her and threw it across the room. “Focus Viv. He’s also a hardened criminal and a Russian Don. Seriously, have you even looked at the whole thing?”

“Woah. Ammunition, drug trafficking, underground illegal business—is that? Is that child trafficking?” her eyes practically bulged out of their sockets as she took in everything on the file.

“Do you see my point?”

“Woah. This fucker has to go down.” She said, taking me by surprise. Vivian rarely swore.