"We're back." Your melodious voice resounded as you stepped inside your quiet family property, save the bickering noise behind you, after a nice, walk, you had every couple days or so.
It was good to get some of that weight of stress of being trapped inside all day when you went out to your business walks so early in the morning.
"How was your little, stroll, milady?" Your maid and only female friend, Michelle*, who affectionately, you called Chelles, a fair maiden with bronze skin, honey eyes and raven hair tied in red ribbon, clad in your families' signature dark gray uniform; with a smile of familiarity in her face, you smiled back and sighed, not bothering to look back to the source of noise bothering the quiet ambience of the property.
"Enjoyable enough with these so called bodyguards." You said with a heavy, mocking tone through half lidded eyes. "Alright, i suppose." you said taking off your sunglasses and tucking them on your rogue Dolce & Gabbana autumn trenchcoat.
"Hey!" One of the voices behind you said, belonging to one of your bodyguards.
Bodyguards? oh yes, you were required to have them on your back by your family at all times.
When you went out, near you when you had any company, men or women, who might turn out to be assassins ordered to kill you or just a towns-person looking to converse, just in case. they were near.
And as much as you wanted to be alone, isolated, invisible to the eye, within 20 meters was as alone as you could get without them.
Not always a gift, but they did have some uses.
They were your guards, ordered to protect you at all costs. after all.
"Sorry, Men." You said turning your head around and chuckling at the three blonde men who were your guards, who were currently fighting for unknown reasons. "Manly men."
"So blunt as always." Chelles, your maid chuckled politely, trying not to pass the line, even though she found it amusing as well as you did. "Ah! Well, that seems good enough, you're expected for a meeting at 10 am." She said, recalling the command she had been given to give you the minute you entered the household.
Your eyes widened for a nanosecond before checking your watch. 10:17am. "A meeting?" you repeated, finding it odd to have it so early in the morning and so spontaneously. "So suddenly?" you said quirking a groomed eyebrow.
"Yes Milady." The maid responded.
"Well, Alright, It must be important if Papa system it so suddenly." You drawled on with a sigh, shaking your head. "Alfred, Arthur, Francis. Stop with the bickering already." You commanded firmly; the noise from behind finally vanishing bringing back the dead quietness that belonged to your family household. "Lets go."
"...Yes, Milady." they answered at once before following you through the path that led you to the grand household, the Maid following after.
"Oh, and Michelle." You said stopping suddenly a step before entering inside your home, at the tip of your Victorian home.
"...yes?" She answered looking at you, your (e/c) eyes looking intently as you smiled playfully.
"it's ____, you don't have to be so formal with me you know?" You reminded, the maid let a sigh she didn't know she was holding and nodded. "we're like family." You said your (h/c) hair bouncing along to your hand gestures as you talked. "Everyone treats everyone like family here right? That's how the ____ 'corporation' is about, right?" You reminded, crossing your arms.
All stayed quiet.
"Just because I'm heiress of one of the strongest mafia families in the country-- doesn't mean that you should be scared of me." You said unconsciously tapping your side, touching your gun, whilst looking for your phone to check the time again, forgetting your wristwatch. unintentionally.Your tone as childish as a 5 year old yet as stern as the young adult you were.
"Unless you betray the family, right?" You smiled making sound like a question and shrugging it off, hopefully not scaring her off too badly, a kind looking to the naked eye but for the observant, a threat was enlaced in between the words before you disappeared inside the family Mansion without saying another word with your bodyguards.
The way of the (___).
At the far east in your family mansion you could hear hurried shuffle and hurried knocks and voices calling for your name.
Especially your maids’, Michelle.
Mansion? Oh yes, a mansion. A not too subtle one at that. As you may know, you were not a regular 20 year old.
Your family were the respected _____ family, a large mafia, or as you called yourselves ‘corporation’ being it much more, you know,subtle and business-like, as they controlled many exports and power in the country and overseas.
No, do not worry, Your family wasn't into the Drug business, yet that didn't mean they weren't tied with other families who did.
But you weren't the only powerful family there, no, there were many. One of the Formally Four, now Three Mafia Families that ruled the state, and, country.
and formally the Branginki's.
But, lets get back to the story, shall we?
"Milady." The maid called again. "Milad- I mean Lady ___... The meeting." She knocked.
You were inside your room, all ready, but lying on your bed replaying the what just had happened in your mind.
'Just because i'm heiress of one of the strongest mafia families in the country-- doesn't mean that you should be scared of me.'
'Unless you betray the family?'
You chuckled dryly how it all rhymed, echoing in your head like an empty shell, yet, your conscious was biting you how mean you sounded there.
Was your Fathers stern personality rubbing on you after all these years?
indifference? coldness? Threats? all this Elegantly?
And to have the courage to say that with a smile.
Which you would call Yandere.
"-Lady ___" Your maids voice resounded, knocking the door a little more friskily. "We won't be able to start the meeting without you." she said trying to lock the door. "why is it locked...?"
"sorry!" You said jumping up off your bed and unlocking the door,stepping out quickly. "Sorry... i couldn't find my left heel. and jacket-" you lied, hoping to regain some dignity. "but I’m ready now!"
"Shall we go then?"
"We might as well?" You giggled before looking at her, a slight intimidated look on her features. you cleared your voice to bring her attention and said before being interrupted "and um, you know about before...sorry-"
"Ladies." Your head maid, an old, big, a hag, as you called her secretly, tapped her foot impatiently. Probably called by your parents as you hadn't arrived yet. "The meeting."
"S-sorry, We better get going." You said looking apologetically towards her and then to Michelle, who had a smile in her face.
Not any smile.
A its-alright-I've-seen-you-in-distress smile.
"We might as well." She answered quietly before shuffling out to your destination.
Walking hurriedly down the ceramic stairs, trying to avoid anymore lateness, you rushed down the stairs that connected the hallways with the grand main hall. The sound of clicking of heels and hurried shuffles filled the silent, empty mansion that was your house.
You heaved a quiet sight before looking down at the remaining steps to meet a middle aged man with a black Ralph Lauren suit and polished black shoes; black hair slicked back tightly and (e/c) eyes the same as yours, standing tall with a small army of a couple hundred men, standing in front of him.
And next to him, a lady with your same hair colour, and honey coloured eyes with a stern yet warm smile, dressed elegantly in a classic, Giorgio Armani, champagne coloured ¾ coloured dress, and her hair in a French twist.
Wife of the Boss.
"...Good morning Papa, Mamma." You said, fixing your curled hair and straightening your Navy skirt. "Sorry for the lateness." you said ashamed before shuffling towards them and giving them both a kiss on the cheek, making sure you didn't leave any gloss marks on their faces, you walked back.
"Ah, ____!" he said smiling. "Good to see you."You father boomed in a loud, stern if you didn't know him, friendly voice as he received his 'princess'. "That's alright, no harm done."
"Good morning, darling."
"it is kind of strange to see you in the morning but, nice to see you too." you smiled at your father before turning towards your mother. "'Morning Mamma."
you then turned your head. "Good morning." You said looking at your Fathers men with a awkward smile. Men clad in black suits and firearms.
Not people to mess with.
As they say, don't fuck with the Mafia.
Or did you mix another quote again?
"Good morning, Milady!" They said as once, almost robotically.
"Take a seat, Take a seat." He said despite there wasn't any chairs as this was the hall not the meeting area. "Now we can start the meeting..." Your father said,with a really forced smile.
...Something was not right.
"I am here to announce the Final phase of the ___-Vargas contract is just about finalized." Your father said in a stern, professional voice, appealing to his crowd.
His men broke into applause in order of the great news before your father lifted his hand to signal silence. The mansion returned to its quiet self.
"You may all know by now that the Vargas and our family go way back, hmm?" He asked walking up and down the marble floor.
"Much blood has been shed since our starts up on the motherland up to here in America."
Oh yes, the Vargas and the ___ families go waaaaay back, to the mid 18th century Italy and England, with Italian roots.
Both families were big, strong mobs. Making the most out of commercial business, they also were grand in the bloodstained assassin business, both families having a great number of assassins, for different purposes.
Although, both families seemed alike, they were also very different. but with a similar hatred towards each other.
The Vargas specialized in Drug smuggling. something that wasn't all not that appealing to your family, yet business was still needed.
Your family specialized more in weaponry, your family containing some of the most lethal and dangerous weapons to man. All the naturally, the Vargas would do business for.
But of course, all this was due to connections.
Your family was tightly tied with the British, French and American mobs whilst The very Italian Vargas were tied with the Vast German side and its underlings, as well as a tight bond that recurred for centuries with the Spaniards. eventually absorbing them, making themselves more powerful.
But all this didn't change the fact both families had both a deep hatred that had ran through decades.
"But finally all that will change. And a new safer dynasty will be born. something never done." Your father declared. Everyone was stranded in awe. you frowned, feeling all a bit too weird.
"Um." You mumbled, trying to bring your fathers attention, but not really.
"Yes, my Princess?" You father cooed, looking at you with a curious look.
You gasped quietly, searching your head for your desired words."...Its great about the business and all going good and stuff..." you started, honestly. " but... what does it have to do with me?" you lifted a brow. "You usually don't involve me in all this." you reminded in a quiet voice, trying to not sound too daring.
To tell the truth, he didn't.
"That's true..." He trailed off, looking away at the window.
...something wasn't right at all.
It couldn't be this easy to end this long-time feud.
not without an exchange, or a compromise...
Like a simultaneous death in the battlefield, or possibly marriage.
"...So?" you asked.
it felt like a dense long lifetime before your father spoke again, his head down in defeat, his tone laced with regret.
"You will marry the Vargas heir, Lovino Vargas." He said. Quiet gasps were heard as your eyes nearly bulged out of your sockets."And so The unification of the contract will be official once the wedding is held."
All the men started talking simultaneously like a swarm before your father lifted his hand once again to quiet them down.
"...What?" You squeaked in disbelief once the noise died down.
Damn, just as you thought.
This was not good.
not good at all.