The Knife In My Hand

Chapter Twelve, Agreement

Point Of View - The Monarch Dragon

      Midnight that's the meeting time to see if I can make an alliance with the Italian Mafia. Currently wearing my black mask with red roses on, the mask covers the top of my face but not the bottom. I have also washed out the temporary black hair dye that covers my permanent navy blue classic highlights. 

     The only time people see the blue highlights is when I need to dress up as The Monarch Dragon. So people don't recognize my eyes because blue eyes can be a rare thing in people's genetics. I wear some custom made contacts to make my eyes look brown rather than blue. Now down to my outfit, my shirt is black with The Rose Dragon symbol. For my pants I am just wearing some simple black cargo pants because of the boot.

      It's finally time for the meeting. Opening zoom and clicking the link to join the meeting. "Hello, The Heir of The Italian Mafia, Damien Bianchi and Not to forget you Mr. Lorenzo Bianchi, The Don of The Italian Mafia." My deep cold and harsh voice stated clearly.

      Through the screen I see Damien and My Dad at one of the conference rooms. "Hi, Monarch Dragon. I'll be blunt. What do you want from this meeting?" Lorenzo hostly made it clear right away. They were sitting up straight with their scattered papers and different file folders in front of them.

      Damien I guess is only here to watch. "I want something we both want. Right Damien?" Picking out Damien than my Dad. Wanting to get his attention more. I wonder what his thoughts are right now? Now I finally have their attention.

      "An Alliance!" Damien said while sitting on the right side of the table with Dad in front of him. There was no chair or person on the end of the conference table.

      "Ding, Ding!" I leaned forwards to my chair.

      "Then what about the drugs you took?" Damien butted in.

      "I am willing to give back your drug with fifty percent current profit. If you forget what happened." I asked them hoping that they would just ignore what happened that day. Otherwise I will use my bargaining chip. They still owe me from when I saved them from The American Mafia.

      "Why would we accept?" Dad questioned me as he had his chin on his palm while his elbow was on the table.

      "Because you will get fifty percent interest on the current value of the drugs." My annoyed voice came on out of frustration as I explained.

      They both took a moment and glared at each other. "You got a deal only for the drug but the alliance..." Damien started and then...

      "You want to protect your princess." I jump on the main topic of the meeting. Me, The Italian Princess.

      "Are You Threatening Her Monarch?" Damien, the very protective older brother quickly and harshly responded.

     "Me threatening her? No way I want what you want, Damien." I questioned with a response in a sarcastic way while still leaning back into my chair. "To protect her. That's my wish here if we make the agreement." I turned stern and harsh again. I want to protect myself from enemy's of The Italian Mafia. The cruel mafia's go for the weakest link also translates to the woman and children or otherwise... girls in particular. In other words... me the Italian Princess if they have not found out who I am truly.

      Damien gets up and whispers into Dad's ear. Please Accept my offer. "And Why Would We Trust You?" Dad's voice echoed through my office speakers. I am your Daughter, your princess to be exact. Sometimes I just wanna let it out but I don't know who they truly are. I am not sure that they're gonna treat me like I was in Dale and Debra's house.