My grandfather was my best friend.
He showed me what I believed to be unconditional love. He taught me, consoled me, and then told me to never fuck it up. When I asked why, I would leave with either a hand print on my face or a bruise on my arm.
But he loved me. And I loved him.
He paid attention to me in a way that I needed. My father was too focused on his career and my mother cared for Carter and Irene in a way I had long since desired. But I knew I would never have that. Not while I still had Mickey.
Mickey loved me so much that he wanted me to be a part of the Family. He saw something in me. He knew I could help him get what he wanted.
A way inside the White House.
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crooked~ h.s.
Fanfiction"One slip of my wig or tongue and I was a dead woman." Or an AU where Alice is the President's crooked daughter and Harry is the crooked police captain."
