The beginning
“Dad, you wanted to see me?” Alexandra says, walking into George Washington’s office.
“Yes, Lexi, I need a favor,” the Mafia Boss said, looking up and smiling at his daughter.
She wasn’t his daughter by blood, but he and Martha had taken in the incredibly intelligent girl when she was nine and on the streets.
They noticed rather quickly she had a knack for good aim. They gave her a gun when she turned 13, and she hit the target center the first try.
They showed her the mafia at 16, and she immediately broke every stereotype and became the best sniper known to man.
“Anything you want, boss man,” Alexandra says, shooting finger guns at the man.
Washington chuckles. “Jefferson will be at his manor in New York in exactly three days. Lafayette did his job and has temporarily disabled his secret service person. Eliza will be manning the comms, and you will be in a position to take. Him. Out. Clear?”
Alexa salutes. “Dead Southerner, coming right up.”
Alexandra skips outside, a bright smile on her face.
John blinks at her. “Either you just got Washington’s credit card number or a mission.”
Alexa huffs. “For your information, Johnathan, I got a mission.”
John snorts. “That’s not even my name.”
“Does she look like she cares, mon ami?” Lafayette teased.
John huffs. “Is anyone here on my side?”
Hercules shakes his head. “What kind of idiot would go against Alexa?”
Eliza presses a kiss to Alexa’s cheek. “She’s like a sister.”
Alexandra pretends to stumble, holding her heart.
“Sibling zoned. The pain…” she gasped.
Peggy holds her crumpled form. “I know. Trust me, I know.”
Angelica gives her a look. “What are you talking about? You’re dating Maria fucking Reynolds. You can’t talk.”
“So, Alexa, I hear your mission is Jefferson,” Eliza says, slight concern evident in her voice after Alexa stands up.
Alexa shrugs. “Yeah, I guess.”
The silence following the statement is suffocating.
“I hear he’s hot,” Peggy offers.
The silence is broken as everyone breaks into laughter at the suggestiveness of the phrase.
Alexa wipes a tear from her eye as she recovers from her laughing fit. “As if I’d fuck the guy, Washingdad hates him.”
Everyone close to Washington has accidentally called the man dad at least once, hence the nickname, ‘Washingdad.’
“Yes, and if that bastard touches you, I take him by the balls and shove them down his throat,” a voice retorts from the doorway.
“Martha!” everyone cheers.
Martha smiles. “And cookies.”
The cheers nearly triple.
The woman laughs as she gives food to everyone.
“Are you sure you are capable of going? You just recovered from a severe head injury,” Martha asks Alexa.
Alexandra swallows the bite she had in her mouth. “I’m fine, mom.”
Martha sighs. “I know, but you're still my baby. I worry about you.”
Everyone laughs as Alexandra flushes and reassures Martha that she'll be fine.
“She’s 21, she’s an adult now, Martha. Stop embarrassing her.” George teases from his doorway.
Martha raises an eyebrow. “Really? And what would you do if someone, even someone as close as John, tried to date her?”
“They’d never find the body,” George promised.
John pales and chokes as Lafayette snickered and handed him a glass of water.
It was laughable to think that Alexa would date anyone in the mafia. Everyone in the mob grew up together, and Alexa was the spoiled little sister of the group. John, Hercules, and Lafayette were dating. Angelica had recently started seeing Burr from the other gang, and Peggy and Maria were together for a while. Eliza and Madison had recently started talking.
It was laughable how close the two gangs actually were.
“Drinks, anyone?” Angelica says, standing and stretching.
“Not me,” Martha said.
“I need a break. I dealt with Lexi all day today,” George said, grinning as Alexa pokes his side.
Everyone else goes to Hell’s Angels.
The second they walked in, Alexa sat into an empty booth as everyone started looking for their significant others.
“What’s someone as pretty as you doing alone?” a voice says.
Alexandra looks up and feels her heart stop.
The person that slid across from the booth from her was fucking smoking.
Ebony eyes were sparkling with cunning mischief, tanned skin, rippling muscles, and a defined six-pack under a tight white shirt. His blue jeans were not doing anything to hide what was under, instead emphasizing it. Dark curly hair Alexa wanted to touch.
But then Alexa’s gears started turning, and her breath hitched for all the wrong reasons.
The man in front of her was none other than Mafia Boss, Thomas Jefferson.