He barely had time to close the door, when I hear her voice again. His hand squeezed the door knob with a frustrated growl. In a complete daze, I ran for the bathroom, flipping the lock. Knowing it was pointless, he probably had a key.
I glanced in the mirror, rolling my eyes at the vision of beauty. Tangled hair, tear covered cheek. Truly ashamed of myself. I lean my back against the door, which allowed me to hear the muffled voices coming from the other room.
"Who is she?"
"Mackenzie, why are you here? This is a by invitation alone event and I can't remember inviting you. So leave."
Silence. I strain my ear.
"Your sister invited me."
I hear him curse.
"You are my master Darryl. I have been waiting on you. You said that I couldn't live in your atmosphere, that you needed to get away first. You said that I was too different. That I wouldn't be accepted. Now? Was it all a lie?"
"No....Yes....It's confusing."
I opened the door, peering through the silver. Darryl was running his hands through his hair, his back straight, taking deep breaths.
"I have seldomly wanted for anything in my life Mackenzie. I enjoy what I do. Being a lawyer. Now my father has appointed me the underboss. I would be the youngest boss with no Italian blood to control New York. I need someone trustworthy, controllable at my side and that person is not you."