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"Do not test me on my birthday, Jacob," I said, keeping my eyebrow raised as if to dare him to continue. He huffed, muttering something about birthday's being a curse, and I leant down to help the other guy up, finally catchin...
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Maggie's POV
It had been years since I had seen him.
In a last-minute decision, my mother had dragged me back to Ireland the day after Charlie's 15th birthday, not even allowing me a goodbye with the boy I was infatuated with.
From his dark, soul-bearing eyes, to his way of helping others in need.
He was everything I had ever wanted.
Now, as I arrived at the ballroom for the annual mafia gala, I shivered, nervous of seeing him again. I scrunched up the side of my dress with my fist, before smoothing it out again. Running away from Ireland had been one thing; buying a dress with little to no money was a complete different task.
My mother had been blowing up my phone for the past four days I had been here, and finally froze my bank accounts today, trying to force me back to Ireland.
But I was done being her puppet.
I walked through the large doors of the ballroom, recognising practically no one in the room. Obviously Harry had parted ways with Charlie, otherwise he would have been here too, most likely dressed in a ridiculous suit with a flamboyant hat.
I knew my name would be on the list, as my mother was still technically apart of Thomas' mafia, so when the two men in black suits came up to me, I cleared my throat, trying to look as confident as I could.
"Maggie O'Doherty," I said clearly, and one of the men looked through his list before looking up and nodding.
"Welcome, Miss O'Doherty," he said, stepping aside to let me through. I flashed the two bodyguards a smile, before descending down the rather large staircase, swiping a wine from the bar. As I got out my purse to pay, the bartender put her hand up, signalling for me to stop.
"Mr Heart has requested you not pay for anything, Miss O'Doherty," she said with a knowing smile, and I smiled back, trying to decipher which 'Mr Heart' she was referring too. Grayson would be 21 right now, and even little Jacob would be 18 now, and of course Charlie would be 24 like me.
Or it could even be Thomas, who had seen me as a daughter when I was younger.
My thoughts were interrupted as a man walked out with a microphone, and the crowd quietened as the mafia leaders and their families descended down the steps. My breath hitched as Charlie walked down, but I frowned slightly at the sight of the young girl in his arms.
She didn't look much older than 7, which could very easily make her his child, though they didn't look much alike. I looked over to where Anastasia was, and smiled at her, knowing full well she wouldn't remember me.
She was practically the perfect mixture of Thomas and Tina, and she leant over to her boyfriend to whisper something in his ear just as Thomas and Tina had done many times when I stayed over as a child.
