The Mafia King's Possession

Chapter One... A Day In The Life Of Adalee

*Adalee POV*

*Knock*

*Knock*

Ugh. Who was knocking at my door, and why? "Pumpkin... It's time to wake up. You're going to be late." said my father's voice from behind my door. I blinked my eye open and looked at my alarm clock.

"Shît!" I cried out, "I'm going to be so late. Daaadddd, why didn't you wake me sooner."

I shot out of bed and rushed over to open my bedroom door. There stood my dad shaking his head with a smirk. My hair was every which way you could think of, and I had the worst morning breath ever.

"Well, I tried earlier sleepyhead, but I guess you didn't hear me. Hurry up, and I'll drive you. Mrs. Dandy will not be mad that you are late. She is thankful just to have you helping her at the shelter." my dad says as he pokes my nose softly.

I just narrow my eyes at him and pout.

"I still don't like to be late, though. Ugh. I'll hurry and be down in ten minutes." I huffed out.

"Okay, pumpkin, I'll be in the kitchen." my father said softly as he turned and headed down the hall.

I closed my door and rushed to take a quick shower, then I dried off and wrapped the towel around me as I headed back to my room. I opened my closet door and grabbed a pair of black leggings and a tank top. I grabbed my hoodie, just in case it got cold.

I quickly grabbed a pair of lace panties and a matching bra, then my socks, and went to get ready. True to my words, I was out in the kitchen within ten minutes. I didn't want to waste too much time. I had piled my hair on top of my head and made a quick little bun.

My dad was sitting at the table reading the newspaper and drinking his morning coffee. My mom was at work already, so he always made sure he drove me where I needed to go. My dad worked at home. He worked for a corporate office, but they needed more workers at home, so my dad decided he would accept the offer so that he could be home more for me.

My mom was a doctor, and she was always gone, so Dad didn't want me to be alone at home. We lived in Chicago, and it was dangerous to do anything alone here. My mom had treated several gang members and even Mafia members, but she was sworn to secrecy and threatened if she didn't keep her mouth shut.

Dad didn't like her job, but Mom loved helping people. She always did the right thing when she could, but she also knew when to keep her mouth zipped. She didn't want anything to happen to Dad or me.

I guess that's where I get my traits from, well, at least some of them. I loved to help people. I was eighteen years old, and unfortunately, I was still a virgin. I didn't want to be a virgin anymore, but I also didn't want to give it to just anyone. I wanted it to be special. I didn't even have a boyfriend, but in all honesty, I wasn't interested in the guys my age.

They just seemed so immature and inexperienced in everything. I had a boyfriend once, and he pretty much stumbled over everything when it came to my body. His name was Peter, and he was eighteen at the time. I was going to give him my virginity at sixteen, but he didn't make me feel special, I never let him get past second base. I wanted to go home, so I made him take me back to my home.

He was pîssed, but I didn't care. It was my body, not his. I was a very stubborn person and was determined to get my way.

"I'm ready, Dad," I say with a grin. He looks up at me, and his face softens. "Alrighty, let's get going then. Do you want to stop off and get something to eat on the way?" My dad says as he gets up and gulps down the rest of his coffee.

"Nah, I will be fine. Mrs. Dandy usually feeds me something." I say with a shoulder shrug.

My Dad just frowns slightly but doesn't say anything. We leave the house in silence and get in his truck, then head toward the local shelter.

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Just as I reach for the door, my Dad stops me. "You need to stop always depending on others' pumpkin. Sometimes, you have to do something yourself. I don't want you to leave the house before you eat again like this morning. You always get sidetracked and forget to take care of yourself. Your health and well-being are more important. Do you hear me?" My father says sternly.

I just sighed softly and mumbled under my breath, "Okay, Dad, I promise."

"I mean it, young lady," he says more sternly.

"Okay, okay." I said with annoyance, "I'm going to go now, I'm already late, Dad."

"That's my baby girl." he shakes his softly, "Okay, I'll be back to get you at five. Be safe. Love you."

"I love you too, Dad. Bye." I said as I turned and headed inside.

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"Adalee! Oh, thank Heavens. We are already getting slammed, I need you in the kitchen. I have some very important people coming soon and I need everything to go smoothly." Mrs Dandy said exasperated.

She looked over her shoulder and then swallowed loudly. She leaned toward me quickly. "These men are very dangerous, Adalee. I want you to stay out of sight. I don't know what I would do if anything happened to you," she whispered in my ear.

"Who are they?" I whispered back with my eyes wide in fear. "They are in the Mafia. Zayne Culverson is the head of it all, and he is stopping by to make sure everything is running smoothly before he decides if he will help me or not. He is the most dangerous of them all, I wouldn't turn my back on that man for one second." She says nervously.

"Mrs. Dandy! Why would you ask the Mafia for help?" I asked cautiously.

"Because Adalee, the funds just aren't there. I need his help. He runs this city. Nothing passes through without his consent. I need money to fix this place up more. Otherwise, I will have to close it down, and I don't want that to happen." she said sadly, but I could hear the stress in her voice.

"Be careful, Mrs. Dandy," I said sternly. She just nodded her head softly.

She pushed me to the kitchen and then gave me that look to tell me she was watching me. I just chuckled lightly and headed to the kitchen.

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I looked at my watch and noticed it said four-thirty. I had about thirty minutes before my Dad would be here to pick me up. I had been working nonstop, helping the ladies cook and make desserts for the homeless. We also received a few donations from a few businesses, and we had to take stock and then put everything away.

My day had been jam-packed. I wonder if everything went okay with the meeting between Zayne Culverson and Mrs. Dandy. I had not seen her all day, but she had been on my mind every second that passed.

All the rest of the volunteers have already left, and I was the only one left in the kitchen. Dad would be furious if I stood outside and waited for him, so I figured I would do a few things here till it was time.

I was humming softly cleaning up the counters and rearranging things in the cupboards when I heard someone cough.

I gasped sharply and spun around.

All air left my lungs as I stared wide-eyed at the source of the noise.

Mrs. Dandy was standing there with wide eyes, and beside her was the most handsome man I had ever seen. He had a devious look on his face as he eyed me up and down.

"Why are you still here." Mrs. Dandy strained out nervously.

"I was waiting for my Dad to pick me up. He'll be here at five." I said nervously. I had a feeling that I was looking at Zayne Culverson himself. He had a dangerous aura surrounding him, but dâmmit, if he wasn't the sêxiest man I had ever laid eyes on.

"I can give you a ride. It would be my pleasure." he rasped out, but I could tell there was a double innuendo to his phrase.

Fûck.

My thighs clenched tightly from the deep timbre of his voice.

He chuckled darkly, and my face reddened with embarrassment. Dâmn, he must have seen that.

*honk*

*honk*

Mrs. Dandy motioned secretly with her head for me to go.

"Oh! My Dad's here. See you later Mrs. Dandy. Sir. It was nice to meet you." I said rapidly and rushed out the back door.

"Wait." I heard him call out, but I already felt my body shivering in fear and uneasiness.

There was something else there as well, but I was afraid to say it. Then it would make it real. Lust. Sêx appeal. Would his lips taste as good as he looks?

No. No. No. I can't be thinking shît like that. He was the fûcking leader of the mafia.

I had to steer as far from him as possible. I rushed to my Dad's truck and got in, slamming the door behind me.

"Whoa. Ease up on my doors, baby." my father growled.

"Go. Please, Dad. Just go." I whimpered softly.

"What happened?" my Dad says instantly on alert.

"Nothing, just please hurry and go," I say more louder.

I see Zayne rushing toward my Dad's truck, but my Dad doesn't see him and takes off. I catch his gaze, and the look he has brings chills all over my body.

I was in trouble.

I just didn't know how much.