Careful.

DELANO

When did D'Leonardo D'Caprico start to care about his son's life? It was something... unexpected and fake.

"How did it go?" Jay met me when I came out of the house, walking towards the car.

"Same old tale. He's trying to make me kill Ariel." I replied.

"Expected. An eye for an eye." Jay said.

Both eyes for an eye. Better rule.

"Ariel would try to kill you too, so..." He shrugged.

"Jay." I called as I rested my hand on the door, "I'll never try to kill a woman.... through marriage. It's a stupid game to play. Stabbing while sleeping, it's not fun."

"This is not a matter of fun. It's life and death." He grabbed the door from my hand, pulling it open and motioning for me to go in.

""Besides, Ariel would resort to those methods too." He said, getting into the driver's seat.

Arguing with Jay was pointless, it didn't seem to me that Ariel would play childish games like that, she looked too smart.

"Do you feel nervous about the wedding? It's in three days time."

"You look more nervous than I am, Jay. Like you are the one getting married to the black witch." I scoffed lightly, watching him through the mirror. His face tightened visibly. It was obvious he didn't like the idea of marriage, not with Ariel either.

"I don't feel comfortable with her. She's a crazy nut job."

"I'm the one to decide that." I said firmly and he glanced at me through the mirror, before turning back to the steering.

My eyes moved to my phone and i picked it up, checking the tons of messages that came in. Clients got more and more demanding every day and they got infinitely much. But the mafia don't just sell to anyone, they pick the best one. Shuffling among clients was the hardest part of the job, since you have to get all of their information.

The car turned into my house and without waiting for Jay to park properly, I hopped down from it, going inside quickly. If I want to be more powerful than my father, I have to be business minded.

"Delano." Jay called with a loud voice behind me and I turned, waiting for the words that follow. "Don't forget the reason why you have to do this. If you kill Ariel, it's a step closer." He said.

I stared at him meditatively before I turned without a word and got into the house.

******

ARIEL

"The dress has arrived." Lila said, loud enough to my hearing and I almost groaned. She made me order the dress I didn't want. I want something wide and bulky, twice my size, to indicate I wasn't interested in the wedding but Lila had been there. Big mistake.

"Do you still want to try it on to see if there are any adjustments?" She asked, walking inside my room with the large boxes. Dress, shoes, jewelries. Befitting enough for Ariel D'Angelo.

"The wedding is in two days. What adjustments can be done?" I asked her as she dropped them and started arranging them round the room. She moved around my room with expertise, knowing every single place every thing was meant to be. I hated it when my room was disorganized so Lila had learnt to keep things in place, including my pen. But right now, I think it's just stressful since I'll be packing after the wedding anyways.

"Lila....."

"Boss sent us the menu for the wedding and we also have the guest list. It's filled with powerful men and billionaires'. The god of money would also be there in attendance."

My brow raised up at that instance, who the h*ll named himself the god of money? I rolled my eyes.

"People gave him the name." Lila pointed out.

"Then what is his name?" I asked curiously. If I didn't know information like this, I wasn't living in the world.

"I don't -"

"Ma!" One of the maids burst into my room and I looked at her. "I think they are going to pick up the children from the church center."

Without thinking, my feet went up on its own and I quickly rushed out of the room and down the stairs.

Why were they taking the kids without me? Why didn't they tell me? It was my job!

"Colt!" I had already fired before I even got to him. Anger bristled under my skin like parasite, waiting for the time it'll consume me.

"Why...." I kept my voice cool, controlled. If this gets out of hand, I could cry and...I never cry. Because I never got too angry enough or maybe, I could just control it enough. "...are you going to pick up the kids instead of me?"

"I don't know." Colt cocked his head, "Ask your father. Maybe he just wants you to concentrate on killing The Viper and not doing other.... distracting things."

"Those kids are my responsibility. I take care of them. I.... train them. I'm the head of management for the children's area in this place. What makes you think that you could go pick them up whenever you like? What the h*ll has gotten into your head?"

"Ariel!" My father's voice almost startled me, but it didn't. I half expected him to be out by now. I bit my lips tightly while Colt gave me a crooked smile. Idiot!

My father's legs stopped before me, moving Colt out of the way. "Why are you causing problems here? I gave them an order. It's only right they obey it."

"The order you gave was wrong." I said through gritted teeth. "If anything, I should be the one to go pick the children from orphanage home. They are more familiar with me....not to mention that it is my responsibility."

"Was." He said calmly, "Was your responsibility. And...." He studied me silently, it made my teeth clench. "Every other of your responsibilities has been shifted to other people. You'll soon go to Delano's house, you don't have to stress yourself by being in control here ...until you are back."

Interpretation: I'm disposing you till you prove yourself useful.

I'm never giving up. Not until the empire falls into my hands.