Condemned to an unhappy marriage by her father Emerald Davidson finds herself in quite the shitty situation, only to find help from someone who's no better. She trades one deal for another, but is oblivious to what that other deal is exactly until i...
A/N: I just wanted to make clear that Cath 'the character' has nothing to do with me Catherine 'the person'. I'm about equally weird at times, but I'm not nearly as exiting sadly. So, definitely not writing my own fanfic here haha. 'Character Cath's full name is Cathleen. Anyways, enjoy the chapter! And I just wanted to say that I really love your comments, they put a smile on my face every time! Thank you, you are darlings! X
Bad people don't go to hell, they are already there.
- Dan Millman
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Daniel Riva's POV
Some days it's best to just fill the sink with coffee, dunk your head in, and suck. Today seemed to be one of those days. I had had exactly two hours of sleep - on a couch, mind you -, and to say I had awoken fresh and ready for the day would be the biggest lie I could possibly tell myself.
Yet I tried to convince my body with all my might.
"Good morning."
A very groggy Eleanora managed to look up just long enough from her cup of coffee to nod my way as a means of greeting. I had offered her a suite at the hotel as well, but apparantly she liked the estate better. A pair of sunglasses balanced on the bridge of her nose and her hair resembled a bird's nest. The woman looked like she had been dragged through hell and back again last night. Alcohol and drugs tended to do that to people.
"What's so good about it?"
Her voice creaked as she sneered the words my way, her eyebrows creasing as if she couldn't handle the sound of her own voice. She had wanted to enjoy Black Christmas to the fullest, and it definitely looked like she had. Whatever had happened to 'never get high on your own supply'?
Then again, it wasn't really her supply anymore. It was mine. That was probably worse, getting high on your son's supply, but I couldn't really object to it. It was what Black Christmas was all about after all - one night of indulging in all the pro's a life of crime had to offer. I was a strict leader, but even I had to give my men this one. Besides, my mother was a grown woman - she was perfectly capable of taking care of herself and wouldn't listen to me anyway.
Myself I couldn't say I had had much fun last night other than on that one moment I had decided I wouldn't think about anymore. As boss year after year all this party had ever brought me was trouble, but this time the damage was exceptionally depressing. I had a lot of shit to do, and as usual not enough time to do it.
"How's the girl doing? Did you manage to put her to bed last night?"
My mother's tone still held a bit of hostility, but after what had seemed like hours of discussion she had finally understood my angle here. Surprisingly enough her problem now wasn't that she didn't have faith in Emerald's loyalty - it was that she was against me using her to spy on Chante. If it had been her choice she would have probably offered the woman refugee for free. Not at all her style, but understandable given the start of her own marriage with my father. That hadn't been out of free will either, and while it had more or less worked out it was the one thing she was still bitter about. Fortunately, it was also the one situation that could cause her to feel sympathy. Emerald was save - from my family anyway.
