Brooklyn ties

Part eight

(Samantha's house)

Samantha had locked her self in her room after her father had all but told her she had little two no choice but to marry Scott.
She had though about going to Scott, to talk to him, maybe to get her father and his to back off, after thinking on that idea for a while she had did just that. So she had sent him a letter asking him to meet her at her house for a picnic, and to talk.

He excepted and agreed to meet her the next day around 4 o clock. In the back by the little pond that her mother had built before she had died.

She had laid a blanket out on the grass and set the brown wood basket to one side of it.  The two of them set down across from each other, Scott in his black dress pants and a blue button down.

he looked nice in a boy a cross the street kind of nice. he just wasn't what she saw for her self as a boyfriend or a husband, I mean god she was only 16, she wasn't ready to be a wife, or a mother, someone to stay home and take care of the house, why her husband did what ever it was they do.

"They had been talking back and forth for about half hour, at that point and so Samantha, had to ask, the one question that had been setting at the back of her mind sense they set down.

"Scott, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, go a head." He told her before placing a strawberry in his mouth and chewed it as he's eye's fell on her.

"Why did you ask my father to marry me, I mean we really don't know each other?"

He shrugged lazily. "Why not, your pretty, come from a good family, and it would help both our family become stronger."

"Is that the only reasons?"

"Sure, what other reasons do I need, not like you need to like someone to marry them."

"So just business." Samantha turned away from him, and looked out over the water.

"Look Samantha your father and mine came to me, said this would be a way for us to move forward and to put this city on the right track to move it in the direction that it needs to go. " " Think about it, we would be the most powerful family's in New York City no one would dare to stand against us"

"IT'S NOT ALL ABOUT POWER!!!!" Samantha stood and turned angrily to look at Scott who had also got to his feet.

"That is exactly what it's about power and control,  if you lose control then you have nothing but chaos, and that can't happening."

"I think your all out of your mind, and I wont go along with it, the city will never be under yours or anyone else control." She told him, he smirked, and move to close the gap between them. some of the anger melted away as he stepped in front of her, fear replaced it.

"That is were you are wrong, Sam, I will have complete control, and you will do as your told." Samantha shook her head, but there was a knot in her stomach.

"You will find your place fast ones you are mine, and there be no defiance on your part or your be punished." His voice had gone from normal, one minute and soft and cold the next. His eyes where cold and he reminded her of her father at that moment.

"You.....you can't just take over my life, your not my boss, i have a right, and ill do as i please." Her voice was shaky but she put as much strength in to her words as she could, still her words where unsure and soft.

He grabbed a hold of her chin his fingers dug painfully in to the sides of her cheeks.

"You will learn to be obedient."  He told her, as he let her face go, she rubbed her fingers over the spots he had grabbed.

"I have to go, I have business to take care of, it was nice seeing you Samantha, and thank you for the picnic, it was lovely."

And just like that the coldness was gone and he was back to what he had been before. he was crazy and god he scared her.

She watched him go before she fell back to the blanket on her knees. trying to calm her racing heart, and try to work out what the hell just happen.

There had to be away out of this. but she couldn't see one.

After about half a hour  Samantha got to her feet, gathered the blanket and the other item, throw them back in the basket and headed back in side, there was no sign of her father, and she was thankful for that, the maid in the kitchen took the basket from her, Samantha thanked her then made her way back up to her room.