His Mafia Princess - J.H

Chapter 46

Mirriella pov

"No. Why is this concept so fucking hard for people to grasp? If your doing trade deals rather than transaction deals, the deal is 85% drugs and 15% weaponry to make up the cost. Your mafia is fucking huge, you can make up the difference of the drugs lost in a week or so. Weapons are so much harder to obtain, even with the size of your mafia, still more difficult. And. And, why would you willingly give a possible threat a higher stance in the battle? You don't give your opponent the places your battleship is, so why would you give them a vantage point?" I argued.

This is the fifth time I've had to explain it to him. He decided that he wanted to go back into the office a week after being taken. We have a deal in about half an hour, but it's not a money deal, it's another trade deal. He can't seem to understand that it's a smarter move to give an opponent drugs rather than money.

"I understand what you're saying Mirri, but you need to understand that even with the size of my mafia, I can't just keep giving out drugs as and when I feel like it. There are still shortages of drugs in this world. I completely agree with the fact that you are supposed to give more drugs than you are weaponry, I understand that. But I can't keep giving such high amounts." He clarified.

"If you said that at the start of this fucking conversation we could've discussed pushing the boundaries instead of me having to explain my point to you five different ways." I glared at him.

"Well, that didn't dawn upon me." He shrugged.

"Clearly." I answered as I sat back in my chair.

"So what can I push it to?" He asked me.

"I seriously wouldn't go any lower then 65-35. Even that's a risky move, but anything lower can put you in a weak spot instantly." I answered.

"So what should we say? 75-25?" He asked again, holding his pen between his teeth as he read over the papers again.

"If we can do that, great. It's really not a smart idea to push for giving out weapons as and when." I explained.

"Okay then. We'll do it 75% drugs, more specifically, ecstasy, coke and heroin. That will be split 30-40-30. And then we'll do 25% weaponry, more specifically guns and combat knives, split 50-50." He explained.

"Great." I mumbled.

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"Finally. Sophie, you're here." He said, shaking her hand.

She looked like the definition of fake. Her tits were plastic, her ass was silicone, I'm pretty sure she had at least three ribs removed from each side and I'm convinced that you wouldn't be able to tell if she was shocked, happy, scared or crying. Her face doesn't fucking move. She's also orange, obviously leaving her tan on entirely too long.

"Jaden, long time no see." She squeaked out.

Fucking hell, kill me now.

"Apparently not long enough." It's good to know he hates her too.

"Who's this? Your new favourite submissive?" She asked as she looked to me.

"Why does everyone think I'm a fucking submissive? I run and own a third of this mafia." I shot back as I got comfortable in my chair.

"You? Please, don't make me laugh. Jaden would never allow a woman tell him what to do. He's too dominant for that." She said snobbishly, as if she fucking knew him.

"That's not what it seemed like when I had him screaming my name, begging me for him to cum."

"Oh my." I heard Jaden mumble under his breath.

"Stop lying. It's not good for the soul." She sniped at me as she held her hand over her very fake tit.

"You know what? I need to thank you."

"And why is that?" She asked me.

"Because in your left tit alone, you have cleared over half the oceans plastic content. If only the right one was the same size, then the ocean would be completely plastic free." I answered, watching as her face dropped.

"You know, I am 100% real." She screeched.

"Yeah, okay. And I'm fucking the president. Can we move on and start this deal now please?" Jaden said as he tried to interrupt us.

"You have an ugly personality." She commented.

What is this? Fucking middle school?

"Oh honey, no. Don't get my attitude and personality confused. My personality is who I am. My attitude will depend entirely on who you are." I sassed back.

"Okay- for the rest of this meeting, you are not allowed to say anything." Jaden said as he held his hand over my mouth.

"Wha-"

"If you don't do this, I will tie you up in your room and leave you struggling with a vibrator I control from my phone while I go out to that boring fucking dinner. When I get home, I will fuck the shit out of you, broken arm or not. You will be used so much you can't even form a single word, let alone remember your own name. Don't fucking test me." He harshly whispered in my ear.

I bit down on my lip and nodded. I slumped in my seat as he moved away from me. I got bored really quickly as I was forbidden to speak. I had to sit there and listen to them go on and on and on about the deal. I had zoned out very quickly. I was broken out of it by a door shutting. I looked up to see just Jaden and I in the office again.

"God she was annoying." I mumbled as I stood up.

"Fucking tell me about it. I hate dealing with her, but she's in control of the mafia we work closest with. I'm just glad she stopped expecting her payment in other ways." He agreed as he physically cringed.

"Other ways?" I asked, my curiosity having been peaked.

"She used to demand sex for a deal instead. I only ever agreed if it was going to be completely beneficial on our end. God she was fucking bad." He mumbled, shaking his head and closing his eyes, trying to get rid of the memory.