Two Worlds (18+)

Prologue

Aisling Cagney is the youngest of 3 children to Derry Cagney, the world's most ruthless, cold, and brutal leader of the Cagney Irish mob. Their mother, his wife, Davina often stayed with the kids when he went away to work. Each of them trained to fight as early as 8.

With allies, associates, and of course enemies scattered all across the world, he is a well known man.

When his eldest and only son turned 18, Derry took him under his wing, and into the life. He trained Aedan to one day take over for him.

As a quiet and weird half filipino- half Irish kid who was always moving around, Aisling Cagney never really fit in anywhere. She has spent her life cloaked from the world, on her father's orders.

In the spirit of keeping his family safe, Derry was almost never around but that didn't stop him from controlling every aspect of their entire lives.

He moved his family around from place to place when they got too comfortable. They each began to carry their own resentment towards Derry for this but in the end concluded he was just doing what he thinks is best.

Aisling always struggled the most though, desperately wanting friends and a life of her own. She was the most defiant of the three siblings. Even though her tough and sometimes even snarky (if you're asking for it) behavior made her seem mean, she was truly kind at heart.

Just somewhat socially awkward.

Even after she turned 18 she couldn't bring herself to defy her father. Finally at the age of 21, shortly after her mother's death, she found the courage to go against his wishes.

She decided to move to New York City to pursue her dreams and even reconnected with old friends, no longer wanting to be so isolated from people. Aisling made a plan to deliberately separate herself from the "family" name she despised so much.

She is now Aisling Scott in New York City, hoping to finally find a life of her own.

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A I S L I N G

As I walk down the dusty grey streets of New York City back to my apartment, the crisp air hit the exposed skin on my legs, but growing up in Ireland cemented my threshold for colder temperatures.

I'm only about five minutes from home now. I walk practically everywhere, even at night, if some fucker really tried to pull something on me they would have had another thing coming. I may not look like it at
this particular moment but I can protect myself just fine if need be.

Today was a Saturday, I spent most of the day at Josephine's place. We've been close friends since high school, we used to be so much closer until she moved away in senior year.

I stayed in Washington for a couple years after high school. My father later moved us to Massachusetts, where he currently lives, most of the time.

We moved a fuck ton, what my father does is dangerous, he constantly tried to keep me from making long term connections.

Last year I made the spontaneous decision to move to New York on my own, I desperately needed a sense of normalcy. I had always longed for a more adventurous life, and I admired New York since I visited time after time as a little girl.

I love it here, but my life is drastically different from how it was at home. I bumped into Josephine shortly after I got here, she was out with her friends. We reconnected, and it was really nice having someone else around.