Page 7 of Owned By the Mafia
“Dinara.”
Chapter 4 - Dinara
While I hand the work over to Privanka, I get a message from Katya.
I told them to pack up. Move boxes. And leave it there for you.
I didn’t want you to come home and not be able to find anything.
This is a gift from me personally.
K.
This just makes me more excited to get home. I hate packing up a house, Katya knows that, but I don’t mind unpacking as much. I’m so excited to put everything in its place and start my new home life in the mansion. I think I’ll name it something special like they used to in the old days.
After I leave with the few personal belongings I have in a small box, I arrive at my parking spot to find a brand new Mercedes parked where my little Fiat used to be. I look around and see a security guard approaching me—keys in hand.
“Mrs. Sorvino said that this was better suited to your style. The guys took all personal belongings and put them in the trunk.” He hands over the keys and smiles. “It’s nice to see you stepping up in the business world, Miss Dina. I always thought you were the hardest working lady in this place.”
“You are too sweet, Darian. Take care.” I put the little box I’m carrying in the trunk with my other things, grab my sunglasses, and pull out of the parking lot. The Mercedes drives so smoothly that I feel like I’m gliding more than traveling on the road. Gliding effortlessly.
I get home, and as I walk in, I see a book on the entrance hall table.
Boxes—numbered and contents
I pick it up and read the first line.
Box One—kitchen—coffee mugs and side plates
Book Two—kitchen—crystal dinner set—FRAGILE
I walk to the kitchen, and sure enough, I find the corresponding boxes. This is going to make unpacking so much easier than I anticipated. Whoever did this, they’re good.
I spend most of the evening unpacking my bedroom, as that’s my main spot for the night. Then I shower, lather on lotion, and go to bed.
Big things are happening in the morning.
As usual, I’m awake at five, and I quickly shower and dress. I haven’t set up my new coffee machine yet, so I decided to get coffee at the office.
I’m in the East Village and parked at the office before six, and I take out the work keys Katya sent me. I walk into the entrance to find two guards in suits behind a desk, along with a space for a receptionist.
“Good morning, gentlemen. I am Dinara, head of security.” They both stand out of respect.
“We were expecting you, ma’am. Would you like one of us to show you to your office?” The larger of the men, to the right, steps out from the desk.
“Yes, please.” I follow him to the elevator and two floors up. He leads me past some board rooms and down a hall to an open reception area. There are two offices, one to the left and one to the right.
“You’re in the larger one to the left,” he says. “Your second in command will be to the right.”
I smile at him. “I didn’t catch your names. What’s your name? And your partners?”
“I’m Angelo, and I work the morning to midday shift with Rudy.” He bows his head slightly. “I’ll leave you to get settled.”
He leaves, and I go into my office. It’s spacious, and everything is furnished in this new office. I just need to move it around more to my tastes.
I stand by the window. The sun is peaking over the horizon now, and I can see the park from where I am. It’s a beautiful view from a lovely, secure building. This job will be challenging, but I know how tough I am.
I hear the elevator doors open on my floor and footsteps as someone walks down the hall toward my office.