THE MAFIAN'S BLACK DIAMOND

ls of the prison. After that, she walked through a metal detector and a thorough body scans. Mackenzie was a little surprised that her father never allowed her to come pay him a vis

o appeal in court over and over again, year in and

placed at intervals as she imagined helping her dad escape from this place. A lump formed in her thro

ng childbirth and father locked away in prison since she was ten-the only person she had looked up to as a father figure was her drug addicted uncle who was currently in charge of the Mafioso in the home front. As she con

layed on her father's face ranging from disbelief to surprise then anger then to amazement...and happiness? A sob choked out from her lungs as she stared at the powerfu

she whispe

from the round table and engulfed her in a b

he whispered gruffly into her hair as h

It was hardly fair that he get to pull her into his arms after all this time that she had cried for her father. Besides, she

en did her father move back, kissing her atop the he

octave deeper than she thought it was. Maybe it was because she hadn

shyly, "I

ou right now, how grown you are... Jesus, Mackie I have missed a lot of your growing

you so m

tears. Wow! She knew for a fact that her fathe

ncess. Believe me I d

missed me, why didn't

er how much I tried to keep you away from this

estion dad." She muttered a

our own good."

a long moment and then she decided not to respond t

o." His voice was neutral. She had no idea if he was angry at her or not. She also noticed how he steered the conversation away f

If he thought he could change the subject so could she.

obing into his own mess, "What? My daug

is all this Alessandro? Why are you suddenly so accepting and loving about everything concern

daughter and then he blew out a brea

guard had said at the entrance that today wasn't a visiting day. He could be right anyway, It was the weekend so chances were more people had time to check on inmates. She regarded a cou

were the same eyes that had stared at her on her way into the prison building. Those set of intense blue eyes that seemed as though it looked through her to the depth of her soul. It was the man in the white vest and orange pants, the muscled man made no move to

hear the chair creaking and moaning under his weight. The man seated across him was

I said?" her father's voice in

ad towards her dad as her heart

take over the business."

N

hy

I need to live my own life." She replied sur

tly do you mean? Slaving away in s

mean? Selling drugs to some little kid and getting hi

t a little girl anymore

silence and sta

I am never getting out baby girl. It is