The Don's Wife

1 | A Father's Surprise

"... The Prince awakened Snow White with Love's First Kiss. The spell was broken! Snow White and the Prince returned to the kingdom and lived happily ever after. The end." The little lady's mother closed the story book and placed it on her nightstand.

"Wow.. how romantic. I wish I have my own prince.." The little lady let out a dreamy sigh.

She heard a chuckle coming from her mother. "Well as a matter of fact you do sweetie." She gently stroked the little lady's hair.

Her eyes widened at her mother's unexpected response "I do?! Who is it? Where is he? I want to meet him!" Her hazel eyes sparkled as she voiced her excitement.

"Patience my dear, he will come for you on your 18th birthday."

And those words, she clutched them tight within her small heart and live her life waiting for that day to come.

***

THIRTEEN YEARS LATER

What the fuck is this?

I slammed the document I had in hand onto the table, earning a flinch from Micah, my right-hand man.

Frustrated with the ridiculous predicament, I sat myself down and sighed, hoping it would relieve some of my anger, only to have it grown bigger.

Unbelievable. What is that old bastard thinking?!

"Ehm.." I heard Micah clear his throat. "Don't mean to bother, but you seem quite pissed right now." He gave me a once-over, which aggravated me even more than I already was.

"Gee! Good to know that you're not blind!"

"Okay, okay, tone down the sass, geez. No need to be offensive." He raised both of his hands in surrender. "Mind telling me what's going on?" He went on.

I slid the document for him to read. When he did his eyes widened.

"Shit." He muttered under his breath.

"Yeah, shit. Exactly."

Before Micah gets to say anything else, I got up from my seat and strode out of my office.

"Hey where are you going?" Micah shouted from behind, but I only responded in silence since I was too fuming to collect words.

Spotting the two huge bodyguards that stood by my father's office door means that he must be in there.

"Move."

"Apologies young master, but the Don is currently in a meeting. I suggest you to.."

"Move." I cut him off sharply, repeated myself once more in an alarming tone. They finally yielded to my order, fear evident in their eyes.

Without delay, I barged into the old bastard's office. Noticing my grand entrance, my father and his consigliere shifted their attention to me.

Meeting my ass, it's just fucking Rupert.

"Father, we need to talk. Now."

"Well isn't that a polite way to enter someone's room." Said my father sarcastically.

"Can't this wait till later? As you can see the Don and I are in the middle of discussion here, and–" Acting like a snob prick as usual the hairball dared to confront me.

"Fuck off, Rupert!" I spat.

"I beg your pardon?!" The hairball was apparently appalled by my crude words. Hairy face turned red, hairy nostrils flared, almost saw smoke coming out from his hairy ears, but I couldn't care less. Guy's an asshole.