His name is Zane blade. At only 17 he had committed enough crimes to put him away for 30 lifetimes, something he considered an accomplishment. On this list of accomplishments he also put being 2nd in command of the biggest mafia in America. Zanes l...
"you want what?" I jump from the bed and storm to the window.
"you heard me."
"why would you want me to meet him? He hasn't wanted me for the last eighteen years of my life!" I throw my arms in the air and continue on my rant. "and furthermore-"
"He doesn't." zane shrugged.
"he doesnt? That doesn't makes sense....he doesn't what, Zane?"
"he doesn't want to see you." Zane clarified. "your father already retired from the role as mafia king and handed it on to who everyone thought was first born. But everyone was wrong, you were born before everyone which makes you first in line.
"Now you are a girl so you had to be married to assume the role as Queen. Which is why we got married. Since I am your husband that makes me king and you the rightful queen. Understand?"
(A/N you guys understand this right? If not I need to re write it so please put in info." )
"This will get us closer to getting this over with?" I confirm.
"I wouldn't be making you do this if it didn't." He pointed at the boxes on the bed. "We leave in 2 hours."
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An Aggravated sigh escaped my lips as I looked over the mirror. The black dress hugged my body that lacked any feminine curves.
I turned to see my side profile. This time a groan came from my mouth. The pink vest fit perfectly and the black boots were perfect for the dress. Maybe that's why I hated it. They were perfect and I wouldn't let myself accept it.
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"Angel-" Zane waltzed in the closet without knocking. "I -uh." His eyes were frozen and now we're looking every where but me. "Let's go."
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When you think mafia you think guy in black tux, fedora, cigarette smoke filled room.
Unlucky for me that is exactly what I got. Zane led me through some dim lit hallways of an old building.
Walking through the double wide doors at the end the light hit me. The room in front of me was like a ball room. White walls were covered red splotches. The golden chandelier was bigger than a any had ever seen before. Surprisingly The wood floor was so clean and waxy I think I could see my image if I tried.
"So this is the person trying to take over my throne." A man in the corner says. The cliche smoke coming out of his mouth from the the cigarette she was just smoking.
"Good to see you again too, Vincent." Blade greeted with a smirk.
I shot my head in the man direction again. Vincent...this is my father. The resemblance between us was shocking. He had brown hair that was hi lighted with grays and a tired face that showed years of work. I ran my fingers through my blonde ponytail taking in every detail of him.
