Dan is a wealthy gang owner seeking out the perfect partner to work along side him. You, a grieving widow, seek out an opportunity to survive and make money without your husband. Will you and Dan come to an agreement and strike a deal?
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Dan's POV
"Jeanie!"
Gentle thuds against the carpet stairs came closer in rhythm until I spotted Jeanie.
"Yeah dad?" She asked, crossing her arms across her chest.
"Did you want anything to eat before you left?" I asked and she pursed her lips before nodding and following me into the kitchen. "So who are you going with tonight?"
"Just Molly and Jamie," she said.
"So not Christopher then?" I asked, pouring her a glass of water.
"Uh no..."
"Well you better tell him that, he called earlier asking where you should meet," I said. She glanced up at me, looking guilty. "Just be safe and stay with Molly and Jamie please."
"Of course Dad."
"Here," I replied, putting her food in front of her. "I'm glad you're taking part in the community."
"Yeah," she said, smiling slightly. Jeanie and her friends were headed to a protest, for what I had no idea.
"Just as stubborn as your mom," I said, chuckling.
"Can you tell me something else about her?" She asked and I glanced over.
"Sure."
"Like can you tell me about when you first met, was it like magic," she asked, sighing romantically.
"Not exactly." She glanced over.
"Well, your mom met Phil first and Phil offered her a job to work for me. I didn't exactly make the best first impression and we kind of hated each other. I remember taking her to a party to represent us and by the end of the evening I ended up with a crushed foot from her heel," I said. "She was extremely...wonderful."
"What else?"
"I remember I made your mom so mad she actually went back home. She quit. I didn't really think much of it at the time, but I just...I went to go get her back and keep her around. Believe it or not that was far before we even started dating, she really hated me. But luckily she came back and I honestly can't imagine if she hadn't. I've done a ton of crappy stuff and I'm surprised she didn't leave more than she did. I'm so happy she didn't because then I wouldn't have you."
"I kind of remember what she looks like," she said. "Pictures helped."
"You look a lot like her," I said. "You know what, I have something for you."
I headed upstairs for a moment into my room. One side of the best was tussled from where I slept and there were a few misplaced things laying around. I headed for the closet where I kept some old boxes of (y/n)'s clothes. I drug around for her favorite coat and to the bathroom where a box of her jewelry was kept. Inside I had one of her lipsticks, a bright red one, that she used to wear when we went out.
I brought both back downstairs.
"This was your mom's favorite coat, since it might be cold this evening," I said, handing it to her. "And when I first met your mom we used to, um, call her red because of this." I handed the lipstick to her. "I thought you might like to have them."
"Thanks," she said, grinning. She slipped the jacket over her shoulders and smiled up at me. I smiled at her, nodding in approval.
"Give em' hell."
Jeanie's POV
"Yeah I'll see you guys later," I said, waving them off before heading in the opposite direction. I skipped over the slight bump in the sidewalk, careful not to trip. I hopped over the lame fence blocking the back lot to the cemetery.
I skidded through the tombstones before stopping at my mom's. I let out a breath, plopping down in front of her headstone.
"Hey mom! The protest today went really good. Dad might kill me, but Christopher actually kissed me today. Ugh it was amazing!" I said, flopping back into the soft mossy grass. "Dad's doing good and he even gave me your jacket and lipstick. Your jacket smells really good, so it makes me wonder if that's what you smelled like."
I smiled.
"Anyways, I had a good day and I hope you had a good day wherever you're at too. Dad told me a little more about you, about how much you two fought. It's actually kind of sweet, I hope you don't miss it too much," I said. "I should go or dad might have a stroke, night mom."
I paused, kissing the gravestone before I left, leaving a nice red lip print next to her name.
