McCann V.S Royalty

Chapter 1

Amelia Preston

As I laid down in my huge bed that felt as soft as cotton, I couldn't help but think to myself why my life wasn't as good as people may think.

I had everything a girl could ever dream and I am royalty for god sakes, and I'm no where near happy.

Something was missing from it and I couldn't put my finger on it.

I turned over on my side and looked at the digital clock that stood on night stand beside my bed.

It was six O'Clock in the morning and I only had one hour of rest before I start my day of fulfilling my royal duties.

Royal duties were a pain in the ass and I couldn't stand to deal with it.

But in this case I had to because I am next up for throne of Brazil since my parents are getting older.

I was in training of becoming a queen.

It may sound easy but in reality it required so much training.

Almost every day of the week I always had to meet very important people from different countries, do a lot of things for publicity like feed the homeless even though I enjoyed it, and worst of all wake up early in the morning and get made up into something I really wasn't.

The way the media portrayed me in the spotlight was very arrogant and self centered even though in reality I was the complete opposite.

A lot of people in the country hated me all because of that, while the people with royalty and wealth adored me because I was becoming one of them.

To be honest I hated wearing make up, getting my hair done, and wearing all those expensive unnecessary clothing.

None of that made me truly happy.

Sometimes I wished I wasn't born into a royal family.

I secretly wished I was normal.

I tried to close my eyes and savor the few minutes of sleep before I became busy once again.

Jason McCann

"Where the fuck is my money?" I seethed as I pointed my gun at his head.

This motherfucker owed me money and he damn sure was going to give me one way or another.

"Por favor, não me mate. (Please don't kill me.)" The man cried out.

I punched the man right in his jaw and he stumbled backwards. He fell on the floor crying and begging me for mercy.

"I gave your ass plenty of time to pay me back and you still didn't do it. You knew this was going to happen your dumb ass."

I kicked him in his stomach as he coughed up blood.

Stupid cunt bag...

I grabbed my gun from my back pocket and the man cried and screamed.

I bent down and pressed the gun to the side of his head. "Sweet dreams you bastard." I pulled the trigger as blood got all over my clothing.

"Jason let's fucking get out of here the cops are coming." Ryan shouted at me.

I quickly placed my gun back into the back of my pants and sprinted out of the dark alley way.

I made my way into our escape vehicle and we sped away from the alley.

After about thirty minutes of Sean driving to make sure we weren't being followed. He dropped me off at one of the strip clubs I owned, one of the great things about being a Mafia King.

I needed something to calm me down and fucking one of the desperate sluts was my solution.

I walked into the club as usual it was filled with half naked girls and drunk men throwing money everywhere.

I took a seat at the bar and removed my hoodie off of my head revealing my messed up quiff.

A lot of females started to smirk and wink at me noticing who I am.

" Boa tarde (good morning) Mr.McCann." the Brazilian attractive woman Karen who I hired a few months ago smiled at me as her boobs looked like they were going to pop out of her tight black shirt any minute.

"Looking good there Karen." I complimented as I stared at her breast.

She smirked. "It's all for you paizinho (Daddy)."

I felt my member getting rock hard. I could imagine my dick between her big ass boobs as she sucked me off.

I shook the thought from my head quickly remembering that Karen slept with almost all my male workers here. What a hoe.

I coughed trying to regain my composure. "Let me get a shot of tequila."

"Coming right up sir." She sauntered off to go make my drink as I sat at the bar.

To say it didn't feel amazing to be in charge of the most dangerous and most feared gang of Brazil I would be lying to myself because the power felt good.

I could get any woman I wanted, I was filthy fucking rich, and everyone was terrified of me knowing what I was capable of.

This was way better then being stuck in college. My lifestyle is tough at times but I love what I do nothing will never change me from being who I am and what I do.

I feel as though god put me here on this earth just to do this. I am proud of what I do.

"Here you go sir." She placed the alcoholic beverage in front of my face with her boobs almost falling out of her shirt.

Fuck... I thought as I tried to push my huge boner down.

"Thank you." as she turned around to go finish working, I called her name. I couldn't take this shit no more.

"Karen you want to come back to my place with me tonight?"

"Of course." She bit her bottom lip and grabbed her purse as she followed me out of the bar.

Tonight was going to be one hell of a night.

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Comment you guys and Let me know what you think!

Btw since they are in Brazil they will be speaking Portuguese because that's the main language there. & I will have translations next to the sentence.

-Shea