Little Bambina

One

Everything she has ever aspired to become in life just crumbled within seconds.

Long life plans gone within the wind.

Allison, daughter of the one and only Ramirez Gonzalez Borrel. Most discreet yet popular drug lord in the entire Latin America.

He had upset his daughter tremendously. What kind of a father just decides whom his daughter should marry and when without profound reasoning.

Allison kept repeating the conversation with her dad in her head over and over again.

"Allison, mija. In exactly two months you will be getting married to Carlos Bonfonelli. This is for the benefit of us all. You have no interest in business let alone you have no knowledge of it. Marrying Carlos means that he will take over when I am unable to run my businesses any longer. My grandchildren will takeover from Carlos and the business will continue staying in the family. I have already drafted up the contract, you will both sign it before the marriage"

Ramírez sat in his 6'2 frame across his daughter who was seated in his office. With piercing blue eyes and an expression on his face that meant he was serious and meant business.

Stunned at this, Allison gets up from her seat.

"Què...? Papà? Por què?" She could not understand as to why her father would just decide something like that without even asking for her permission. She considered it rude.

"Papà, answer me!" She was getting frustrated with every passing second that her father kept his silence.

More silence.

This was definitely annoying Allison, what could her father be thinking about right now?

Ramirez rose to his feet and looked his daughter straight into her sad, teary eyes.

"Tù vas a casarse con èl, aunque lo quieres o no. No me importa." (You're going to marry him, whether you like it or not. I don't care.)

Allison could not take it any longer and burst out in tears. How could be so cruel? He had taken care of her since she was born and after her mother left them for her true love many years ago.

She thought her papà loved her. He is her papà after all, he has to love her and loving her does not include giving her away to someone she does not even know of and selling her lifes worth of dreams away.

"Papà, are you really doing this to me? Do you even love me at all? I mean, I'm not even legal to get married yet. Hell, I don't even want to get married to whoever he is. I will not get married to anyone I don't love. And you can't take away my freedom."

She turned on her heels to walk away from her papà and all this sudden drama in her life.

"If you walk away, mi hija, consider yourself disowned. Forget everything. I will not leave you with a single cent. You can say goodbye to this lavish life." Allison faced her papà once more with shock written all over her face.

"You will disown me? Because I refuse to get married? Wow, I hate you even more! I now understand why mom decided to leave you for another man." She storms away to her room, locks the door and jumps on her bed with tears streaming down her face. She grabs a pillow and stuffs her face onto it. How could this be happening to her. She was just seventeen with her whole life in front of her.

She imagined graduating and majoring in art at a nearby collage. Her dream of being an artist was shattered. All her hard work will all go to waste. Her papà knew about her talent and how much she loved art, and how much her life revolved around it.

"I hate you!" She shouted at the door. She knew that her papà could hear her through the door. She was not going to marry that man.

After crying her out eyes out and getting enough of self pity, she decided to get her laptop and search for Carlos Bonfonelli. She knew that she would eventually end up marrying Carlos anyways. So maybe it was better to at least have little knowledge about him.

According to the internet, Carlos seemed to be a well-known business man. Wealthy, powerful, and well of course the most important feature, his physique. The man was very attractive, Allison gave him credit for his good looks. Too attractive in fact she thought to herself. And white.

Not that she had anything against white folks she just never had a personal or social interaction with a white person before except for her tutors since she was home schooled.

Her father is Latino and her mother is black, and she herself was the exact replica of her mother. Dark skinned, mocha to be exact, with dark brown almond shaped eyes, a cute button nose, slightly pink luscious full lips and a head full of unruly curls that go up to her shoulders when straightened. Even her body was like her mother's, at 5'2 she had C cup breasts, pudgy tummy and a well-defined derrière that wasn't too big but just the right size to get heads turning her way.

"Well, hello dear future husband." She says whilst looking at her soon to be husband's photos online.