“It’s a pleasure to be here Don Antonio. My sons and I say thank you.”
“No need for thanks Rafael, it’s a business meeting.”
“Of course. I must say, Don, you have beautiful children.” The brown eyes of Rafael glanced over the three boys and two girls who were all in the room; and he would say he would be honored to be connected to such a family. His eyes stayed on the three boys, trying to figure out who Angel was though. No one really knew who he was, they hadn’t seen his face but the word on the street was that he was sharp and tough and ready to take over being the Don when Antonio retired.
“Thank you Rafael.”
“May I inquire which son is Angel though?” All eyes of the children turned to their dad who smirked; after all, that was a common thought among people.
“Angel, please come here.” A 5’6, brown hair, golden eye female stepped up next to the gentleman behind the desk and both father and daughter turned their attention to Rafael, sitting across the way from them. “Angel is short for Angelina,” Antonio answered the question burning in Rafael’s eyes, which he kept glancing between the two people, a situation she was quite used to seeing.
When Angel was born first, she never lacked love from both of her parents. She may not have been the boy he wanted, but Antonio doted on her, granted she was never spoiled, in fact, none of the children really were; except, maybe Rosa, but she was the baby, which meant it was a given she was slightly spoiled. And growing up, Angel knew she would have to be braver and stronger than her brothers, but she never thought she would be made Don; she was a female after all. So, she trained thinking that the eldest son, Ricardo or Ric to the siblings, would make her the second in command.
That was until Angel turned 16 and her father brought her into the office and told her that her training would be starting for the roll of the head of the families. She questioned it, but her father had smiled and said that he never had any intention to make Ric the Don, that female or not, he felt Angel was more suited for the role. Her strength came out stronger than some of his men; he would be a fool to choose anyone but her. But, for fear of everyone under estimating it, he hadn’t shown who Angel was or that she was a female; let them be scared of the name before the voice, and they were, there was no doubt of that. Angel’s sweet face gave nothing anyway of the cunning mind nor the ruthless nature.
“My apologies, Don, for staring but it’s just a shock.” Antonio smiled at his daughter who waved her hand and finally spoke, her sweet sing song voice betraying the monster that she was.
“Do not worry Rafael, you are not the first and won’t be the last.” He dipped his head slightly and Angel grabbed the folder, laying it before Rafael. “You need more protection and we need your business skills, for that’s the next branch we are looking into. This marriage contract would be between Rosa and your eldest son, Damian Russo.” She paused as she felt his eyes on her.
“Pardon, Angel, but as the first born, wouldn’t you be the first choice?”
“Rosa is the beauty and shining star in our family. She would make for a most gorgeous and smart wife.” Rafael frowned but Angel shook her head. “Don’t worry Rafael, my father, my sister and I have all discussed this, and as long as you are okay, we have no problem.”
“None here.”
“Good. There are some fine details in there so please read through it, and when you, and your son, are ready, we can sign it.”
“Of course, I will see him tonight and should be able to call you tomorrow morning.”
“Thank you Rafael.” She offered him a smile and he almost forgot how ruthless she could be. That age old expression of catching bees with honey over vinegar sure applied to this position. The men stood up, buttoned their jackets and left.
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“This isn’t right Angel, you should be getting married before me, and you are just as beautiful.” Angel’s eyes looked at her sister in the bathroom mirror and took in her flawless features. Rosa was a stunning beauty, with her light brown hair and jade eyes, Angel never fault her that. She knew that standing next to her sister, she was nothing compared to her, she could barely be labeled pretty, and that was before the accident.
Three years ago, some dumb asshole tired to take Rosa when she and Angel were at the mall. Angel quickly saw and chased the guy, throwing him to the ground, but he was fast with his knife and managed to scar her face from right below her left eye down to her chin, and that easily took away from her beauty. She also had one that ran down her arm, one over her hip and got her first bullet wound from him. She would sacrifice it all over again, if that meant her stunning sister never had to suffer from something like that.
Angel cleared her throat and looked from her sister’s features that she got from their mom to the golden eyes she had, the only one unique and stunning feature she had. She wasn’t quite a petite woman, even for all her working out; she loved her desserts and her liquor, and had a hell of time keeping it off. Not that it ever slowed her down or anything. But when compared to the many stunning women within the families, she was smart enough to know she would always be chosen last. She also had no doubt in her mind that she herself would probably have some type of arranged marriage. But this deal was too important to the family, and she knew Damien would never go for the looks of her.
Damian re-read the contract again, for the second time and sighed, again. He was aware of what he needed to do; the attack on their men was proof enough to him that they just didn’t have the man power for protection, so they went to their allies for help. But in their world, you never asked for anything without giving anything; and that was within any Italian family, mafia based or not. It still just grated on his nerves that he had to. He seen his father, and grandfather, work this business like nothing, and never needed help. But then times have changed, and Damian had expanded their wealth well beyond what his grandfather’s was. He was good at seeking and trading antiques, he had been taught well, even better than other’s over him. But as, the saying goes, the bigger the pound, the bigger the target. He was proud of his accomplishments, his whole family was, but he wasn’t proud of the spot light that had been shinned upon hi
Rafael watched his son as he watched Angel and he had to smile to himself. Oh, he had no intention of changing anything; he was going to let them figure that one out. “Don Antonio,” Damian said, holding out his hand, “a pleasure to meet you.” “Likewise, Damian; Rafael, nice to see you again. Please, let me introduce Rosa, your fiancé,” Antonio said, placing his hand on her back. Damian glanced at the green eye beauty and smiled, trying his best not to be disappointed. “Excuse me, Don, but we are missing Angel, thought he would be here for this.” “No, we are not.” D
Two weeks later, Angel pinched the bridge of her nose as she made her way out of the building. She needed lunch and a stiff drink after that stupid meeting. She knew she was going to have fights on her hands, she was ready for that. What she wasn’t ready for was pig headed men and their old style view who wouldn’t even let her speak. In fact, after she bid them a good morning, they insulted her by asking her to pour their drinks and to fetch their breakfast. And after those comments, all she saw was red. Two and a half hours later, she had a massive headache and wanted nothing more to drink and then go to the shooting range. None of the heads of the families would dare disrespect her dad, or her brothers, but her, they just didn’t care. If they had been
“What are you doing here?” Damian asked as he walked out of his office and saw Angel there with a few of her men who had been hanging out for the week. “I can’t let my men have all the fun.” She smiled and he had to grin as he looked her over in her black slacks, her heels and the green tank top blouse she was wearing. “I have a problem with keeping my nose out of all my businesses.” “So, you are here to learn?” “If you don’t mind? I mean, se ti dà il dito (if it bothers you)…” “No, you are fine.” He offered her a smile and went back to the business he was going
She glanced in the mirror at the green silky dress that fitted to her body like a glove, the spaghetti straps being jeweled and crossing a few times down her back where it meet the rest of the dress, right above her butt. She twisted and turned as she looked at herself, the dress doing amazing things to her self esteem. And paired with her black heels and her hair up, she would look amazing; and that she could do with. She sighed as she stepped off the platform and out of the room, going back to her changing room to change into her suit again. She paused as she heard the ding from the front door and then a voice that was haunting her; Damian. She walked out of the room, smiling at him as she spotted him. “Hello Angelina,” he said, with a smile.
Angel sucked in a breath as he eyes stayed glued to him, not sure how or why he would be feeling like that, and she wasn’t all too sure she wanted to fight it. She liked the thought of a hand that should be at the small of her back skimming and cupping her ass; or, the thought of a hand upon her shoulder moving to the back of the neck to grab it or even massage it. And all of those thoughts and feelings were dangerous. They pulled up to the Ritz and he helped her out before giving the keys to the valet. And as he put his hand on her back, she smirked and whispered, “if your hand happens to wander downward to grab the ass, I won’t object. Or, if you find you can’t keep your hands to yourself, I won’t frown upon it.” He sucked in a breath as he heard that. Now, that was an open invitation. They walked through the doors and his hand skimme
“Angel?” Angel pulled her attention away from the couple she was having a conversation with and turned to the voice. And Damian felt the stiffness go through out her body. His own attention turned to the man and out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Angel’s dad start making his way over to them. “Yes, Mr. Mancottii?” “You look lovely this evening. Just like the daughter of the Don should be, gorgeous and stunning and that’s it.” Hell, even Damian felt the hit below the belt on that one. “Don’t you agree son?” Damian finally took notice of the man who had walked up, but Angel didn’t seem surprised, like had already clocked him there.
She leaned back in her office chair as she re-read the paperwork for the third time. She had managed to get a copy of the guest list for the party a couple days ago, but unfortunately, there were a few names unknown to her, even in the world she knew. And that was a problem for her. Those eyes she felt, she wasn’t certain if it was for her, or for the man at her side; the man, that in a way, she was protecting. She tossed the papers back on her desk, frowning again. If she wanted information on those names she didn’t know, she was going to have to dig. And it wasn’t that she minded, but that all took time too. She tapped her pen on her desk and then called her brother, waiting for him to pick up. “Yes Angel?”