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Chapter one.

Aliyah Rain.
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Strutting in the doors of my fathers meeting, angrily. " Hello boys, do not mind any of what I say. Keep to yourselves or I will cut your ears off for you. " My British accent blares off the sentence.

They all suddenly have there heads down to their papers, " What in the great heavens were you thinking?! "

He sighs, " Ayliah Esme Rain. You did not just interrupt my meeting, for some stupid credit card deal. "

" You cut me off?! " I raise up my credit card, it's not like I spent over 5,000 dollars on boots.

It was 4,999, for your information. " You spent almost 5,000, on boots?! " My father shows me his bank account.

" It was on sale, of course I spent it! They are usually 10,000, so I got a discount! " I argue.

" Aliyah, get out of the room now. We'll discuss this when we return home, okay? " He looks at his men. I roll my eyes, " Don't we have a ball thing we have to attend tonight? "

He nods, " Yes. Go home and get ready, your mother should've laid out your clothes for you. "

I internally screech, before walking out the door and slight slamming it. Directing my eyes, towards my black convertible corvette I get in.

Speeding home, I hate slow drivers. They're literally old people, like dude step on it. They are no need for you to drive as fast as you can walk.

I love my grandparents, but they drive slow too. Pulling in my driveway, I get out and walk into the house.

My dress lays on my bed, ruby red. My favorite color, I straighten my hair to a pin. Putting on a slightly amount of makeup before slipping into my dress.

Fits me snugly, I strap up my heels and dab on some perfume. Putting it on my neck, wrists, chest, and ankles.

My mother walks into the room, " Absolutely beautiful, darling. " I smile. " Thank you, are you ready? "

She nods, before we head out of the door and get in the limousine.

Our driver pulls on and before long he announces, " We've arrived. " The door is opened, me and my parents walk in together.

My eyes glance at the tons of people below us, all eyes convert to us.

Did I mention we're in a mafia, I don't think I did. My eyes catch another, seeing past them there are absolutely no emotion.

Feeling a breeze as my parents pass me, I follow them shortly behind.

We sit at an empty table, as servers attend to us. One hands me a glass on wine, absolutely perfect.

White wine, my favorite. I take a sip, before I watch as my parents head out to the floor with others slow dancing.

Finishing off my wine, someone's hand is placed on my shoulder.

I grab the knife on the table putting it to their hand, " Get your hand off my shoulder, now. " They're hand is removed, I turn to see who the creep is.

The set of eyes from earlier, I meet again. He offers his hand, and I hesitantly take it.

We steadily head out to the floor, " May I? " I nod. His hand drapes along my waist, taking my other hand in his up in the air.

" You know, you shouldn't go around putting your hands on other peoples shoulders. You could get it sliced off. " I look at him.

" Your the first, and luckily you didn't slice my hand off. " His American accent peaks through his words.

" Your name? " I tap my fingers on his shoulder. " Blane, Blane Orson. " Oh my god. His empire is the one who raided our stock house.

" American empire, huh? " I watch his movements. He nods, " Yours? "

" British, you know? The ones who your people raided. " I remind him. For the first time I see an emotion through his eyes, shockness.

How could he not know me? I'm Aliyah Rain. " Your empire raided ours months ago. "

" Your leader killed my cousin, so we got revenge. " We continued to dance, " We killed him because your leader shot up one of our bars. "

" They we're illegal. " I say with a pinch of hatred in my voice. " Your clubs are illegal. " He argues.

Squinting my eyes at him, " You are utterly ridiculous. " He lets out a sarcastic chuckle. " Me ridiculous, you don't know me Lemon. "

Where did Lemon come from? " You calling me sour,  Orson? So childish, maybe that's why you don't have a girl here with you tonight. "

" Forsure Lemon, where is your man tonight? " He adds. " I don't need a guy, I live my life happily alone. "

" Yeah, sure. " He tilts his head. I squint my eyes at home, in anger.

" I hate you. "

" I hate you, Lemon. "
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