Mafia's Obsession: Dark Legacy

Lyra's POV

“What the hell is going on here?!” I asked. My voice was firm, my brows were furrowed in anger.

All eyes in the room snapped towards me where I stood at the entrance of the door, my backpack clinging tightly on my shoulders.

I walked to where my Dad and Brent were bowing in front of a man dressed in a Black suit, seated regally, his posture confident and authoritative with two other men who stood, keeping bitter faces like people who were fed sh!t.

“I just asked a question, why's no one answering. And Dad? Why are you bowing in front of someone you can give birth to twice his age?“ I said, pointing at the man.

“Your daughter—" the man whom my Dad and Brent were bowing to wanted to say, but I instantly cut him off,

“Oh shut the fuck up you cunt!”

My Dad and Brent gasped, and his companions glared at me like they were going to end me the moment they were ordered to.

“You're enjoying this, aren't you?” I referred to the man, “This man is old enough to be your father. Did your mom not teach you how to respect your elders?“

I nagged, my voice raising each time I spoke.

“No she didn't” the man said in an a very thick accent I recognized was Italian, “How about you teach me, princess”

He rose from his seat, his broad and tall figure standing like a pillar.

“Oh, I gladly will” I walked to where his giant figure was standing, “bend your head” I ordered.

His brows furrowed in confusion, but he still obeyed. I balled my knuckles into a fist, raised my arm higher as I could, then landed a knock right at the middle of his head.

He grunted, rubbing his head gently.

Dad and Brent gasped once again. The man's companion lunged at me angrily, but he signalled them to stop.

I raised my hand to knock him for the second time, but my dad grabbed my wrist.

“What do you think you're doing Lyra?” He scolded me then turned to the stranger. “I apologize on her behalf. Please overlook her mistakes, she's just immature”

“Immature?” I scoffed, my anger burning wild like flames, “Dad I'm 20!”

“I can overlook her mistakes,” he said in a cold voice, his gaze not leaving me,“ And clear your debt too, if you will let me take her as my bride”

I scoffed. Then let out a menacing laugh, “you've finally lost it mister!”

He smirked, then sat back on the chair, crossing his legs.

But he said debt? Well, that aside for now.

“Look—”

“Enough Lyra. Enough!“ Dad cut me off,“Excuse us, please” he said to the man, dragging me out the living room with Brent following us behind.

“What's wrong with you?” Dad questioned almost a whisper as soon as we got out of their sights.

“I should be the one asking that.” I whispered back, glaring at