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"Next time you try to egg my house, make sure I'm not home." I say to the boy. Kaden. He makes my blood boil. He egged my house because I said I wouldn't go on a date with him. I look at the camera recording this whole thing. I smile. "Missed a spot" I say as he moves to scrub a different spot. "Fuck you." He mumbles. "You wish" I smirk back. Of course I could hire someone to clean this. I probably still will. But it's fun to watch this boy clean up the mess he made. Kaden is the general asshole. He plays basketball and football. All the girls like him, he looks good in front of parents, and has tons of friends. My parents like him actually. But I don't. I've caught him making fun of my mentally disabled brother. That's reason enough to not like him. His dad pulls up with more cleaning supplies. "Mr. Maples would you like to come in for a hot beverage." I smile giving off a perfect child vibe. "Could I have some coffee please? Something tells me it's going to be a long night." Kaden's dad says dumping some supplies by his son. I walk in to the kitchen and make a pot of coffee. I glance at the time. It's 11:45 already. He's been cleaning for almost 2 hours and hasn't made a dent. I walk out with the steaming cup and give it to Mr. Maples. "Thanks lucy" he sighs. Kaden maples. What a dick. He thinks he's all that. But he looks like a deformed frog. His mousey brown curls bounce slightly as he scrubs some dried egg white off the wall. Mr Maples sits next to me sighing. "You really are such a good girl. I am so sorry he did this. There will be severe punishment and we will pay for any thing you need to fix this mess." He says shooting a disappointed look at his son. My mom and makes and appearance with a envelope for me. My mom distracts Mr. Maples while I read the envelope. "Oh he's just a teenage boy. All that testosterone does awful stuff. He was probably looking for a way to deal with the dissatisfaction of being rejected for the first time. Don't punish him." My mothers glittery voice coos. I quickly glance through the contents. "Ms. Lucindria Rizzo, you have been invited to the White House. There you will prep with the President for you're fast approaching debut. Happy early 18th birthday my lady. The note says. I quickly shove it back in the envelope and hand it back to my mother. I tap out a random beat. It's not random. It's Morse code scrambled. I know my mom understands because she squeezes my shoulder and kisses my head. "Don't stay up too late my nana calls from upstairs." Her sight Italian accent has a nice lilt too it. She never was able to hide it as well as my dad, mom or I. "I won't nana." I call back. "Kaden. Do you want something to drink as well?" I ask in a sweet voice. "No. Thanks anyway." He says scrubbing some milk soaked toilet paper off a piece of the bridge. The stench of mustard overwhelms my nose. I notice the yellow smeared over the door in the words "fuck you". "Oops" I say pretending to slip in milk as I got up from where I was perched smearing the fuck you mustard note. I think his dad would kill him if he saw the note. The hours go by as he cleans up. I finally decide to let them be as kaden cleans tiredly. I set a spy in them. I don't trust kaden. I'm not trying to be difficult. But as a mafia princess I must be pure. I make my way to the garage. Once there I open the freezer and shut myself in. Once in I push past the meat and vegetables to the back. I crouch down as low as possible and punch in the code. The floor opens up and I drop into a lavish room. Servants in all black bustle around. "Where's dad." I ask my brother passing by. "Um I think in meeting room 1. Did you get it?" My brother is 20 but has the mind of a small child. I pull out a small Pokémon plush. "Happy birthday weirdo." I say kissing his cheek. I watch his eyes light up as he takes the rare charzard plush in his hands. He thanks me and runs off to his collection room. I smile and head to meeting room 1. I waltz in. A group of muscular men sit huddled over papers. "Dad! I say knowing I'm interrupting something. He looks and flashes me a smile. "Knife at the door hun" he says. I sigh and remove the knife I had hidden in between my boobs. "How did you know" I ask. "Because you were careful when you walked in and didn't hug my like normal. If you had hugged me you would have injured yourself." He says grinning. I grin back. It's our game. "Whatcha doing?" I ask. "Looking at suitors. We might be the most powerful mafia in America but there are lots of mafias in other countries that are just as powerful. It's hard too just choose one. We can strengthen our mafia and America with any of these unions." He says scribbling another note down. "How about we don't just pick one." I say. "What?" My dad says awkwardly. "America has very liberal marriage policies. We should take a advantage. Let's choose two females and two males for me to marry." I say looking at piles of all the mafias that my dad has listed as on equal power too is. "Oh my smart angel! Yes!" He says happily. "But they will all be taking our last name." I say with a harsh slam. My dad smiles and the other men sigh as they start looking through females and males. My marriage is all politics. "Dad. How about I marry Harry, and Romeo for the boys, and Claudette, anddddddd Isabella for the girls." I say pulling out the most powerful mafia princes and princesses. I know they will agree to marry me. They don't come from liberal countries. But they can take advantage of this strange marriage and make more than one bond at once. I smile kiss my dad and walk out. All four are rich and powerful. I smile at the thought. They will all be rizzo. I overthink them. I mean we are all mixed. There's no such thing as a "pure blood" now. After all, we wouldn't be able to blend in if we weren't all mixed. Lots of heirs can be made with two men and three girls. I can build an empire and send America through the roof in power. I head to my room and lay down. It's 4 am. I drift to sleep and wake up too a knock. It's 10:00 omg. I slept in. "Darling. The four will be arriving tomorrow at the White House to discuss get ready we are flying to Washington." My mom shouts through the door. That was fast. But they're all smart. If they take advantage of the marriage they'll be making a mafia strong enough to over throw other countries rising mafias.
Ok here's what they all look like.