The Don's Princess

Pilot

Ria's POV
My hair messy and eyes droopy, I sit up in bed, the biggest yawn leaving me. My body tenses and relaxes as the yawn ends.

"Miss, your father requests your presence downstairs in the next 15 minutes," I'm informed.

Mi not even wake good yet.

"Okay," I respond dryly.

Getting up, I put on a white tee and grey sweats. It's comfortable, and I don't get many chances to be comfortable, so when I do, I jump at the opportunity.

Throwing my twists into a loose bun, I head downstairs where I'm met with my father at the end of the dining table, seated with food placed in front of him.

"Reheat it, it's cold," he instructs and a maid takes the food to the kitchen.

"You have somewhere to be today," he directs his attention to me and I mentally roll my eyes.

"Good morning father, yes I'm okay, thank you for asking and how are you sir?" I say sarcastically.

"Hm," he scoffs and I'm tempted to leave but I don't.

"I enjoy your enthusiasm," I chuckle dryly and he meets my eyes with folded arms.

"Enough with the sarcasm Xaiya, I'm not in the mood for your foolishness," he expresses, his voice commands obedience and as much as I'd rather not listen, I do.

"What is your request?" I ask, dying to leave this conversation.

"I want to build a motel in Ocho Rios, but I want you to go and survey the land," he says, his smile sly and eyes low. He relaxes, leaning back into the chair as the maid places his reheated meal before him.

I sigh as food is placed before me as well. My father has the tendency to cover his dirty work with what seems to be a plausible business.

"Okay," is my simple response. I put a fork full of scrambled eggs in my mouth, while I stare into nothingness.

I'm not directly unhappy with my life, I just wouldn't consider myself happy either, I'm just...neutral.

10:39 a.m.

I put on a black body con dress with a split at the side, paired with brown boots, hat and bag.

"I'm ready," I say to my "bodyguard" as I walk past him.

Nodding, he quickly out steps me and opens the passenger door of the Kia for me to get in. I roll my eyes at the gesture because I'd rather just open my own door but I fight the urge to argue.

"Thank you," I say instead and once more a brief nod does the trick and he enters the driver's seat.

11:42a.m.

We drive past the gate at the entrance and make our way down the ever so slightly rocky path that leads to a big open space. Far enough aback that it's not creepy but it's not exposed either.

I like it.

I surveyed the land as I was asked. There are no signs or indications of any squatters. I take pictures and jot small things down. I make a tiny sketch of a layout I think would be perfect for a plot of land such as this.

"Ian, I'm done. I'd like Starbucks before going home tho," I inform the giant of a man and he nods, as he always does.

Soon enough I'm back in the car and then I'm at Starbucks, waiting in a line that seems like it's stagnant.

Hailey's POV
"Mommy yuh seh mi could a guh ochi," I remind my mother that is cooking something in the kitchen.

"Angel, gwaan and leave mi alone," she says and I roll my eyes knowing she can't see me.

"Bet mi juk dem out," she hisses and I chuckle. It's a bad habit of my mine so there's no surprise she guessed right.

Obeying my mother's words I take a bath and get dressed in something casual. I throw on a baby pink tube top paired with wide ripped jeans and my baby pink airforce 1s.

I put my relaxed hair into a sleek bun at the back of my head. I also added accessories, such as a baby pink scrunchy around the bun.

I'm about to leave when my mom stops me.

"Yaav money?" she asks.

"Nuh you neva wah send mi mum?" I laugh and she hisses.

"Listen mi mn, ansa mi and don't wull nuh argument wid mi," she instructs and I continue laughing.

"Yes mommy," I tell her and she digs through her purse.

"How much?"

"5k,"

"Here, see 3 more yah, buy Sakura fi mi, 2 meat mi want. Sweet and sour and e red one, sesame street or whatever it name," she lists, continuing to dig through her bag and handing me $2000 bill and a $1000 bill.

"Sesame street? Mommy yuh mean sesame seed?" I ponder and she hisses once more.

"Yes dat, e red one wid e seed dem pon it," she confirms and I can't help but laugh.

"Aight ma'am, bye," I say kissing her cheek.

"Mhm," is her response and I leave.

A few minutes pass and I finally get a taxi to Ocho Rios. Paying on entry I wait patiently to reach my destination. I put my airpods in because the man beside me is trying to conversate with me and I'm genuinely not interested.

Roughly 20 minutes pass by and I'm finally standing in front of mother's. I step up onto the platform where I take a seat.

"I'm literally right here Tubs," a voice says from behind me. Laughing, I turn to meet her.

"Girl, how mi nuh see yuh?" I laugh and she joins me.

"Tell yuh, yuh need glasses and yuh nuh hear," Ashari says and I smile.

"Ville?" I ask and she nods. Taking her hand we walk to Magarita. It's our getaway spot, well you could call it that.

"Mi wah Starbucks,"

"Same," I respond, looking in my bag for a thousand dollar bill.

We enter the building and join the line, it's not long just slow. We're standing in this non-moving line for what feels like forever.

"Ria," I hear somebody say, watching as the cashier writes it on the cup and passes it along.

The person in front of does the same and soon enough it's my turn. Finally.

"Can I have 2 grande caramel Frappuccinos, extra caramel for both, please," I order and she takes up both cups, asking the names that should go on either or both.

"So one should say, Tubs and the other should say Ash," I inform her and she writes it on both cups. Telling us our balance, I pay her and to the waiting area we go.

Sitting and staring aimlessly, Ash strikes up a conversation.

"Girl mi seh yesterday when yuh nuh come school, one bagga sumn," she says and my full attention is on her.

I listen to her tell me how one girl almost fought another over money and how she almost argued with a teacher. Listening to her and laughing my attention strays for a few seconds and my eyes met what has to be the prettiest girl I've ever seen.

"Big head, yuh not even a listen," Shari sulks and I blink a few times, gaining my composure and looking at her.

"Mi a listen mn," I partially lie and she senses it because she then asks.

"Weh mi seh den?"

"Well, mi nuh hear d last part," I tell her truthfully. Rolling her eyes, she folds her arms.

"Move mn," she hisses and I smile.

"Stop gwaan suh, I'm sorry, but dah girl deh pretty yuh fuck," I whisper a little too loud and she turns around to meet my eyes.

My heart drops and I'm not sure what to do.