After 8 generations the American mafia finally had birthed not just one but two girls.
Demontre and Angelica Smith along with their triplet brother were the hearts of the American and the Italian mafia.
Suddenly their hearts were shattered when th...
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"You think you over did it with the cologne?"
"What I just put like one small dab," Zach sheepishly said while scratching the back of his head.
"This man is supposed to be the future mafia don, and he can't even lie to his mother." I snickered causing Ace and the other buffoon I mean child to laugh.
Once we landed, T.I.P had sent us a car service to take us to a nice hotel. After quickly freshening up we were informed, our cars were ready for us to be taken to the T.I.P main headquarters.
We're currently 5 minutes away and for whatever reason I'm almost scared.
Regret and fear are 2 emotions that I only feel when it comes to my two missing principessa. There is not a day that goes by that I don't think about those 2, and I'm filled with those emotions -fear and regret.
I fear what their present looks like, because what kidnapped person has a life filled with rainbows.
Learning from first hand experience the answer is none. None is the amount of kidnapped people who have a even decent life and I regret not being able to protect them.
I failed as a parent.
The only hope I have is that they didn't have to grew up like me in a trafficking ring.
"Hey where'd you go?" Ace questioned with a voice filled of concern.
Turning my head, I meet his eyes that are filled with nothing but love, "just thinking ... you know."
Recognition flashes on his face, and he knows I'm thinking about our missing principessa.
Lifting his hand that was resting on my thigh, he wrapped his hand around my waist from the back. Putting my head on his shoulder I feel his lips plant a soft kiss on my head.
Even after all these years Ace Smith continues to amaze me. I'm not a princess who's a damsel in distress, I don't need a Prince Charming.
I can slay my own dragons, but he's always there ready and willing to slay the dragon with me. Not because I can't, he knows I can but to lessen the load. He always tries his best to help me even when I don't think I can feel better, with just a few simple gestures from him I'm at bay.
"When you're ready to go let me know by tapping on the window, and I'll escort you out." The T.I.P driver announced before leaving the town car.
"Alight listen up my spawns," Folding my arms over my chest I flicker my eyes between spawn 1 – Zach and spawn 2- Tom. "Do not embarrass me, or I swear to god I'll burn your dicks off, I'm not that pressed for grandkids anyways."
Feeling Ace's hard chest vibrate to the left of me, its clear as day he's enjoying the sight of two of the most notorious men in the underworld physically shiver, from receiving a few words from a 5'2 blonde lady with pale pink nails.
