Mafia Queen

Chapter two

A queen don't need a king.

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Power?

Does he not know who I am?

My name is Eleanora Queen. My name is power itself. What more can I ask for?

"Power?" I repeated, cocking my eyebrow and he nodded, "I already have power."

He let out a deep chuckle, kissing his teeth. "That you do, but think of how much you can have, with me by your side."

I though about for a while and he was right. Upon hearing my name, it screams power and elegance, but hearing both of our names in the same sentence can bring fear to our enemies.

"All the power your family can possess. You could walk the streets and people will bow down to the sight their queen. We could be unstoppable together." he whispered, in my ear.

I hate to admit it, but he was right. A duo that cannot be stopped, no matter how hard you try. As much as I despised this man, working with him can in fact be beneficial. Not only to me, but the Queen name itself.

"And if I do decide to agree, what do I get out of this, besides power?" I ask. If I do decide to this sinful deal, I could at least make it worth my time and energy. I didn't only want power, for I possessed that already, I wanted something else.

He stood silent for a moment. I felt his heavy breathing at the back of my neck. He better come up with something fast. Time is of the essence.

"Shopping trips?" he offered unsurely.

I chuckled bitterly. He could at least try to be more convincing. One, I could do that with or without him and his 'company' and two, I have more clothes than I can count, why do I need more?

"You'll have to try harder than that, Martinez." I told him, causing him to let out a deep sigh.

He knew what I was thinking of. All he had to do was say the words and I'll go through with it.

"10% of the final sales." he sighed and I shook my head.

I wanted more.

"45." I challenged.

"15."

"35."

"30." he offered and I smirked.

I extended my hand out, "We have a deal." He placed his big hand in mine and gave a smirk.

"Perfect."

"Don't make me regret it."

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I pushed open the door to my room, to be greeted by the sught of my father sitting on my bed, with his head in his hands. The room was dark, except for the little lamp on my bedside table.

I switched on the lights gaining his attention. Although, I didn't acknowledge that he was in the room and did my usual routine. I took my clothes and hoped in the shower, hoping that by the time I returned he left but I was wrong.

He was still there, anxiously tapping his foot on the tiles. I scrunched up my damp hair in the towel, sitting down at my desk. I heard him sigh and footsteps moving closer.

He pressed a soft kiss on my forehead, before mumbling, "I'm sorry, princess."

When I didn't respond, he made his way towards the door, shutting it quietly. I know what you're thinking, I'm petty. The answer is yes, I am petty and in no way, shape or form am I ashamed of it.