《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...
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"Mama!" a child runs to his mother holding his finger. "Bee!" tears fell down the child's face in pain of the bee's poison sting. "Are you bleeding?" was her first question. Not to come and save her child from the pain.
She sipped her mimosa; not having a care in the world. The child hicked his crying breath; sniffing up, before he spoke to his mother. "No" he cried softly, still wanting comfort. "Then walk it off, Harrison" - I was 2
Gently wiped my nose, feeling like it was broken. My eyes met with Aideen's. She looked nervous, alarmed by what just happened. She stood up, rewrapping her body as Jack walked up behind her.
She was startled by his appearance, she dodged him and run up the stairs. "Well, Good Morning brother - " He chuckled, giving me a hand " - That was quite a greeting this Morning"
Rubbing the back of my neck, and readjusting my arm back into place; I couldn't help but feel like I instigated this. Being neglected by my mother as my father raised me; the mention of someone - that he is forcing me to marry - killing him. Was something I couldn't live for.
"So, is she one of your whores? I thought your father said no prostates in preparation for your wife?" He chuckled.
Jack is not blood, but he is family. His father; Deacon Ameer, was my father's high school friend. He was coding and hacking into banks by the age of 12; which Jack started at the age of 5. Jack has been my best friend since birth as we grew up together; becoming my Head of Security.
"That is her. That was my so-called wife," Jack froze at my words. Picking up my coffee, I gulped the last bit, placing it in the basin. "That is the Red Dragon! - " He spoke in utter shock. "- I thought the Red Dragon was a man!" he exclaimed.
"I also thought so - " A chuckle escaped my lips. Turning around I leaned against the island as Jack stood on the other side " - So, what do I owe the visit for?"
"Well, they found out that your uncle was the one who killed the warehouse manager. But there is more - " Opening up his topcoat he pulled out a file onto the counter " - He made a deal with him"
Opening up the file I see photos taken from surveillance cameras of my uncle talking to my manager. A typed-out document of the recorded convocation and a signed contract. "He agreed to send half of your stock to him, in return, protection for his family"
All my employees have my full respect and loyalty. But if you want to make a deal with the devil; they must just know, that once you break the chains. The devil will come for you and your loved ones - which he as sealed their fate.
Looking up from the file - "I have known for 8 hours, and his family is being dealt with as we speak" - He read my mind.
Hearing a vase shatter in pieces from upstairs, I fucking knew who it was. Jack chuckled picking up the file from the counter - "I see your hands are full, brother. I will meet you outside" - he spoke with a cocky grin on his face heading towards the door.
"We must go soon, your father called me, and he needs to see you at the safe house." He smiled "Yeah, yeah. Let me deal with the slut." I said blowing him off.
"I FUCKING HEARD THAT HARRISON!" Aideen yelled from upstairs. Jack laughed as I shook my head with a grin on my face. "You also have some blood here" Jack pointed at the tip of his nose; indicating I have blood on mine.
"Was she nice?" He asked as I wiped it off. "Out Jack!" trying to hold my laughter in. I rolled my eyes as he walked out.
Aideen came down the stairs, adjusting her watch on her wrist. Wearing a pair of black suit pants with a tucked-in white shirt. A floor-length burgundy overcoat, over her shoulders not slipped into her arms.
Looking up at me, her brows dropped in the disappointment of still seeing me here. "What's wrong? Does my slut not like me?" I questioned.
Rolling her eyes, knowing there is no point in fighting back she spoke "It was a one-night stand and will never fucking happen again. You hear me?" Raising her voice at me.
"I see someone is angry" I smirked, raising my hands as if I was showing, that I didn't do anything - but I did, and I will do it again.
