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Meeting

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Lily's pov

My driver was racing through Los Santos busy streets, he knows I don't like waiting long to get where I want and I like that about him. He doesn't question everything, just does what he gets paid for.

I smile at him when we reach our destination in record time and hand him fifty dollars.

"You don't have to always do that, you know? I get paid anyways." He says, smiling through the rearview mirror. I like that even more about him..

"You've been here since the start, Aron. I never really said thank you and I get more than enough money anyways."

He smiles at me again as I exit the car, my body guards following closely behind.

"You can wait here boys." I say with a slight smirk "It's just my father."

"You sure Lily?" Johnny asks as I smile at him. "Absolutely." I say earning a quick nod from both as they get back in.

They're always worried cuz half the city would be glad to kill me..probably even more. And Johnny, well, backstory...

As I get into the luxurious hotel everyone seems to care just about me. All they really care about is my money of course, I can't blame them though...

The receptionist immediately hollers for two boys to get my stuff. "No it's alright, I'm not staying." I say as he waves them off.

"I'm sure we have to thank your father for the honor of your visit then, right?" He asks with a smile he must've trained to perfection over the years.

"Yeah that's right." I say with the same smile.

"Mr. Kingston is in the restaurant right now for lunch. You can wait in the Lobby if you want."

I nod and walk a little further to the back, the Lobby is huge and looks comfy but glamorous.

I sit down in one of the big black armchairs, which is really comfy, before taking my mobile out of my Vuitton bag.

The iFruit logo greets me as I press the power button and soon I remember why I had turned it off in the first place.. I got 8 missed calls from Lisa.

I roll my eyes then check my emails quickly before putting it into my jacket. Sighing, I brush my long, dark blonde hair once more.

15 minutes later my dad appears.
Finally.. I think to myself, approaching him.

"Hey darling. I'm sorry, they just told me you arrived.." He says, embracing me. "It's fine." I smile.

"Sweetie you get prettier everyday." He says lookin at me and I give him a kiss on the cheek. "So..why are you here today?" He asks, sitting down.

I sit down next to him, looking into his light green eyes as he looks into my dark browns. "You look just like your mother. " He says with sad eyes and a smile.

My mother had died early because of leukemia, I was five back then. Dad would always tell me how her dark blonde hair shimmered in the moonlight, just like mine and how you could lose yourself in her chocolate brown eyes.

"I came hear to talk about our next step wit'cha." I say and he nods. "What did you find out?" He asks then.

We had come to LS a week ago from Las Venturas. The drug cartel there belongs to my father, so he practically owns the city.. He's a big part of the Italian mafia, the family.

We're in LS to see what we could take over here, expand our production and stuff..

So I tell him what I found out about the largest producers and their companies. I give him a list I made of the most important ones.

"What is Trevor Philips Industries?" My dad asks after looking at it quickly. "Never heard of it before either.. but he seems to run a big part of the Crystal-buis here. At least that's what they say.. Oh and also weapons I think."

My dad nods, giving me the list back. "Alright honey, you know what to do. The jet takes me back tomorrow at eight.." He says and I nod.

He needed to get back to Las Venturas, he was gone almost a week now. One Kingston always needs to be there, to run everything..

Right now none were there, Gabriel, father's best friend and closest confidant ran things while he was here.

Lisa of course would never get her lazy ass up even if everything went downhill. She always wanted to keep out of all the dirty work, the money however, she takes gladly.....

As if he read my thoughts he asks "What about Lisa? Have you heard from her?"   "Nah..ye know, she lives in Rockford Hills now, all busy.." I say trying not to smile.

"She still with that guy?..that David?" He asks then and I laugh. "Of course Dad, they're married.." I say, calming myself. "Yeah..I was afraid you'd say something like that." He sighs and I giggle.

Lisa is my sister. My older sister.. she always insists on making that clear when we're together. However, I know how much she secretly hates that I'm so much younger...

She's 33 now and got married a few months ago to Mr right. He's an narcissistic, self-righteous hypocrite, who thinks he owns the world because he studied medicine.
Short, they fit perfectly...

Though she doesn't really talk to us at all, she follows us everywhere as if she was a real part of the business. So of course, she's here too..

My big sister got her appearance from Dad, pitch black, wavy hair and light green eyes, but besides that they got nothing in common..

Dad nudges me in the arm, pulling me out of my thoughts. I stand with him and we embrace again. "I'm gonna miss my little girl. I know you'll handle all this here perfectly, like always. But watch out I don't want anything happening to you.. You got your boys...."

I pull back and smile. He's always like this.. "Dad I'm 22 and you know I can take care of myself.." I say softly.

"Yeah and I know you hate it when people tell you what to do, just..watch out alright?" He asks with the same softness and I nod before he gives me a kiss on the forehead.

"I'll call you tomorrow evening." I say and start to walk out of the Lobby. "I love you sweetie." He calls after me and I turn around once more. "Love you too."

A/N : tell me watcha think of this first chapter, vote please if you liked it ☝🏻 :) have a great day
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