Mira spent the rest of the day in bed, asking herself one question; what was she doing there? One minute, she was there to gather information for the other families, the next she wanted to stay with her dad and have a normal relationship. Now, she realized that no matter how much she wanted things to be normal with him, they weren't. He killed people for his job, and no matter how much he cared about her, she knew that wouldn't changed. If he had it his way, he would continue to keep her blindsided, telling her just enough to keep her from asking questions. And sadly enough, she probably would have believed him, even if she had her doubts, just so that she could continue to be there with him.

He had offered her a way out, and she probably should have taken it. Drop everything and start completely fresh somewhere, but who knew how far the Lucchese, and now even the Genovese families would go. A threat to take her own life might be the only thing to make him consider giving them what they wanted.

Amidst it all, she realized what she really wanted was one thing; to get away from all this. She walked over to the window in her room, folding her arms as she looked out of it, graphic images of the man's brain being blown to bits flashing through her mind.

Adrian said that if things went the way they needed it to, her father wouldn't have to die. If she was going to be feeding the families information, she needed reassurance. If anything, maybe her father would be forced to step away from this life, which might actually be for the better. She would have to play both sides.

If she wanted to get the information she needed, she'd have to get her father to trust her more. She needed to prove she could handle the truth.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket, and glanced down to see it was a spam of texts from Jayla, asking her where the hell she was and that couch was pissed.

"Shit," Mira muttered, realizing she hadn't told anyone she wasn't going to be in class or at practice. She typed up something about a death in the family, saying she'd be out for the week and sent it to both her and coach. Hopefully, a week would be all she needed.

That was if people like Leo didn't decide to snuff her out before then. She let out a grunt, thinking about the way he'd shown her the surveillance room at just the right time. That asshole definitely knew what he was doing. Fine. If he wanted to play dirty, she'd gladly partake. Her father was the boss, and she'd use that to her full advantage.

She made her way to the door and stepped out into the hall. Her father resided in the penthouse of the building, so he likely kept some important items up there. She rode the elevator to the top floor where she was greeted by two security guards.

"Miss, this is Mr. Bonnanos' residences," One of them stated as she stepped out before them. She plastered a fake, innocent smile on her face.

"Oh yeah, my dad said he had some meetings but later he'd meet me up here." She gave them her best 'I'm just a teen girl' look and watched as they exchanged glances. After a moment, one of them unlocked the door and stepped aside to let her head in. She kept her smiling facade until the door closed shut behind her, a frown crossing her lips. First things first, she walked through the exquisite suite, eyes scanning the walls for any sort of security cameras. Shockingly, she found none. It seemed her father didn't like the idea of someone watching him. Of course, with all the security he had, he probably didn't need any.

Sparing one last cautious glance at the door, she roamed down the hall, finding a bathroom, and what she assumed was his bedroom at the end. Of course, his bedroom door was locked with a keypad. Curiously, she typed in the same one she did for his room back at home, but unfortunately he was smart enough not to have the same password for everything.

Deciding she didn't want to risk him seeing multiple incorrect attempts, she made her way back to the living room and kitchen. She walked around slowly, taking everything in, looking for anything useful. Nothing but a bunch of overpriced décor and fancy dish sets. She opened grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl sitting on the center of the island and took a bite.

She needed to get in his room, but she wasn't quite sure how. He probably didn't have all of his passcodes neatly compiled in his notes app, so that was out of the question, but maybe if she could catch him typing in his phone password, that would give her some sort of direction.

This was going to be hard, she most certainly wasn't any James Bond.

She was lazily lying on the couch when she heard the door open, her eyes following the sound and landing on her father. His brows raised when he saw her.

"Were you that bored?" He asked, thankfully not sounding mad.

"Yeah, Leo gave me a tour, but after that I wasn't really sure what to do so I came up here." She shrugged nonchalantly.

"Ah, of course he did. Was he courteous?" He continued. Hmm, she wouldn't exactly call him courteous, but for the sake of her father, she'd keep her true feelings towards him to herself.

"Mhmm, he was nice." She replied. She got up and went over to the fridge and grabbed a carton of orange juice. She poured herself a glass as her dad placed his satchel on one of the barstools resting beside the island.

"I'm going to go freshen up, I'll be out in a few minutes." He said, making his way down the hall. Mira grabbed her orange juice and made her way towards the couch, slowing briefly as he typed the passcode into the pin pad. She couldn't see each button he pressed, but the first one was definitely nine. One number down, three to go. Once he'd closed the door behind him, she hastily placed the glass of orange juice on the coffee table and made her way over to his bag. She flipped it open, taking in its contents.

There was a grey accordion file folder, a protein bar, his computer, and . . . a gun. Either he really was all too trusting of her, or he had expected her to look through his bag. Already rummaging through his bag, she continued to open up the file folder, quickly glancing at the documents. Several of them were contracts; agreements about drugs or prostitutes. Her stomach churned as she read over one about the purchase of a number of female prostitutes, likely trafficked. She was shocked that the idea of selling girls off just like her as sex slaves didn't bother him. She could've easily been one of them, at the wrong place at the wrong time, and forced to provide such services.

She shook her head, shoving the file back into his bag and closing it. She didn't have the time to sit there and look through everything word for word, because god forbid he walked back out to see her going through his things.

She took a seat on the couch and continued to sip her orange juice.

Her dad returned wearing a new pair of dress pants and button down, his hair damp.

"I've arranged for us to have dinner with a few of my close subordinates. I figured it'd be important for you to meet them." He said, walking over and grabbing his bag. Mira bit her lips. She'd contemplated on whether or not to tell her father about the Lucchese, worried about his reaction, but hopefully, it would make him more honest with her.

"I wasn't completely honest with you." She said suddenly, looking at him. He cocked his head to the side, a quizzical expression on his face.

"And why's that?" He asked. She tucked a loose strain of hair behind her ear.

"I didn't just find those documents on a whim. Some guys from the Lucchese family were after it, after me. They wanted leverage over you. That's why I got into the accident, I needed to get away from them. Afterwards, I figured it was better I find whatever they were looking for before they did. That's the real reason I came, because I figured the Lucchese weren't going to leave me alone. I guess my emotions just got the best of me when I saw you after so long. I want things to stay like this between us, because I really did miss it, but I need you to be more honest with me." Her father's expression remained fixed as the words left her lips, getting barely any reaction from him.

"And did they explain the situation to you?" He asked finally. His eyes were clouded, unreadable.

"Somewhat," She replied vaguely. He clearly wanted to know just how much she knew. She already planned on keeping anything that happened after the accident to herself, but she still needed to be careful with what she said.

"You want full reign of the other four families. Is that true?" She continued. She had the upper hand in this conversation, and she liked it.

"Maybe that is true, but there's a reason Amira. This sort of organization relies heavily on its leadership, and some of the other bosses don't see the full potential in it. No one does this sort of thing because they want to, most of them don't have a choice. People are relying on someone to keep the mafia prosperous, and I'll gladly take on that responsibility if no one else will." His voice came strong, authoritative. She really was talking to the notorious Joseph Bonnano.

A smile crossed her lips.

"Hey, I am your daughter after all, you shouldn't underestimate me," She teased. She stood up and walked over to him. His expression relaxed a little bit as he let out a light chuckle.

"Of course, it was dumb of me to think you'd walk in here without knowing exactly what you were walking into. So where exactly do you stand on the matter?" He asked. It almost felt like he was testing her.

"I trust whatever you're doing, its for the right reason." She said, watching his expression. She'd said exactly the right thing. He placed a gentle hand on her back.

"Good, now lets go, we don't want to be late for our reservation." He lead her through the door and out into the hallway.

They got into the back of a luxurious car, the driver pulling out and taking them to one of the nicest restaurants in the city. Sparing a glance behind them, Mira saw a similar car following closely behind them; security.

The restaurant screamed elite as they walked into a private dining room, a small number of men and women already gathered around the table, chatting amongst themselves. They fell silent as she and her father walked in, all eyes on them as they took their seats.

Mira smiled pleasantly as they looked her up and down, like she was some spectacle.

"I would like to introduce you all to my daughter Amira. She will be working alongside me for the time being."

Mira fought to keep a calm expression. Did he really just say she would be working beside him? Is that what he took away from her conversation? That she wanted to stand by his side while he took full control over the mafia? It put her in a good position, that was for sure, but the real question was how she'd be able to walk away from this. Betraying her father was one thing, but betraying him after he invested his full trust into her? That was deadly. Still, she continued to smile pleasantly.

"It's great to meet you all."