《COMPLETED - EDITED》
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A Story of two independent businesses. Getting their fates tied by their fathers to make a stronger alliance.
But it was never meant ...
...to be like this
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Will Aideen Mara, l...
The stereotype is that others label you while you are just Anti - stupid.
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"Hello, my dear" Nonna, stood up and pointed to the couch on the left of the two people in front of him. Walking around them towards the couch. I locked eyes with the girl - she is stunning.
Her makeup was done flawlessly; a chubby-slim body with curves. Wearing a black lace corset top, tucked into a pair of white suit pants; trying to hold her thunder thighs. Wearing clear heels as her toes were done in a deep blue
A smile in my direction as her glossy lips complemented her white smile, wearing two distinct necklaces. A cross necklace that hung low and an evil eye, that was shorter. Silky black hair went over her right shoulder as her edges were down in a beautiful wave.
Looked at the rose tattoo, behind her ear. I realised who she was - the Black Rose. "Christiana Jackson?" I asked. A stunned, smile grew on her face as she nodded. "You know them?" Nonna asked me.
"No, not personally. But I have read about the Jackson family. You must be Mr Jackson?" I said putting my hand out towards him, who was sitting nearest to me.
Shaking my hand - "You must be Aideen Barone - It's Mara." I spoke, stunned by my snapback. "My apologizes, Red Dragon" He smirked at me, turning to Nonna "I never knew your Granddaughter did a whole background check on me, Marco" They chuckled together.
"I don't need to do a background check on your work. You have a PhD in psychology, neuroscience, and technology, yet you had a passion for the underground trade. You're the first black man to start in this type of industry; from scratch, if I might add." He smiled, impressed by me.
"Your daughter is also impressive. Completing over a thousand missions and even assassinated, Jackson Peirce in Vegas, with one sniper bullet. That man was untouchable, yet she accomplished it." I smiled at her.
"Your daughter got her nickname for having a flowery - feminine touch to her work. Yet a cold-hearted, woman. The best assassin in this industry, just like her Father, who assonated President John Kennedy in 1963."
Just like her father - felt weird?
Liking to do research, I keep up to date on the normal civilian way of life, as the Mafia industry and underground trade market are what I was raised in.
'Knowledge is power. Sharing knowledge is the key to unlocking that power.' Said by Martin Uzochukwu Ugwu.
"I am grateful you are interested in my work, but - " Mr Jackson looked at Nonna, hesitantly to talk "What's the matter, Nonna? - Well Sweetheart, Mr Jackson is going to retire in a few months, and we want to be friends with Christiana to help her transition to be easier. As you two were the first female bosses since the early 19 century"
Friends? Telling me I am unfit to be Boss, even though I have been training since I could walk. Now asking me to help, The Black Rose transition to be Boss easier? - I don't know how I am going to help.
"We want you two, to go out and get to know each other." Christina and I both awkwardly smiled - we will see how this goes.
"Why don't you guys go to that restaurant that opened not too long ago? Uhm, what is it called, Aideen?" Mr Jackson smirked at me, knowing exactly what restaurant it was.
To the public, it was called White Vegas. But to me, it was a restaurant owned by the Barone Family - Harrison's fucking family. It was a restaurant only rich people could afford. Antonio has always had a passion for his Italian cuisines, so after Harrison took over, he opened White Vegas.
"There is no need to make a reservation because you are getting married to the owner's son" Mr Jackson spoke.
The atmosphere got awkward quickly, as the marriage between Harrison and I was rubbed in my face. "Alright, you two. Go on," Nonna spoke using his hands to indicate us to go.
Christiana got up, heading to the door as I followed "Aideen" I stopped, looking back at him with a sarcastic smile "Yes?"
"Please be nice," he said with pity in his eyes. Rolling my eyes about to walk out and close the door. "Also, Aideen" Reopened the door, popping my head in. I spoke with slight irritation "Yes, Grandfather?"
"Please don't rip out expensive hardware, from your car. That was for your safety and communication between you and Harrison."
Opening up the door lifting my topcoat for them to the Glocks. "I think I am okay on safety" I let go of the sides of my coat. "Please don't listen to a child that tattletales on his future wife" I winked at them, walking towards the door; stopping once again.
"Also, if you need me. Just called me" I smiled sarcastically, lifting my pinkie and thumb into a shaka sign.
