𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒔

°•~Chapter twenty five~•°

H- Aww, okay. Bye dad, papa, hito, and the others.

S, mi, d, n, m, a- Bye!

The phone call ended and I arrived at the mansion. I got out of my car and grabbed my presents from the trunk. "I'M HOME!" I yelled and saw the others rush to help me. "My, didn't you get a lot?" Aunt inko asked while grabbing a box out of my arms. I nodded. "Yep! It was fun!" I chirped as I walked upstairs.

Zayne walked out of our room and saw me. He rushed over and took everything out of my arms. He turned and walked to our room and set everything down before grabbing the rest from the others and aunt inko. I flopped onto my bed and let my tail sway. I sighed I content.

Zayne walked in and sat next to me. "What do you wanna do tommorrow?" He asked and scratched my ears. I purred and sat up. "Be pampered." I said. He chuckled. "Of course." He said. Suddenly I remembered my meeting. I sat up quickly. "What time is it?" I asked frantically.

"Four o'clock. Why?" He said. I got off the bed. "Sh*t!" I said running into my closet. "Wait Cheshire, why are you so panicked?" He asked. "I have a meeting with another mafia boss in thirty minutes! I need to look professional!" I said grabbing a white blouse. He followed me into the closet. 

"A meeting? Why?" He asked. "I don't know! Something about a deal!" I shouted and grabbed some black dress pants. I slipped them on and buttoned them before taking off my dress and throwing it in my hamper, not even thinking that the noirette was still in the room. I threw on my blouse and rushed to get a pair of heels. I grabbed the shoes and sat down.

I buttoned and tucked in my blouse before slipping the heels on. I stood up and looked in the mirror. 'Perfect' I thought and looked at my phone. 4:25. I put my phone in my pocket and looked up. I felt my face heat as I saw Zayne standing in the doorway of our closet with his face red. I waved it off and headed downstairs. I quickly grabbed my gun and sat in the living room. Zayne sat next to me and soon one of the butlers brought three men in the room.

"Hello." I said and stood up to shake the males hand. We sat down and began discussing. "I'm saying that if you were to marry my son, our mafia's could join together." He said. I put my hand up. "I'm sorry but I'm in a relationship. And I'm afraid I don't need weak people on my side." I said.

He looked at me, anger flashed in his eyes. "We are not weak! And you are a woman! There is no possible way you can run a mafia on your own!" He shouted. I sat there with a neutral face and stared at him. "I am a woman, yes. But, I don't need the help of yours or anyone else's son to run my mafia." I said calmly. He grit his teeth.

"You must be joking! I can tell by looking at you that you are far to weak to fight hand to hand! I bet you can't even shoot let alone hold a gun!" He shouted cockily and leaned back. I kept my back straight and my head high. "I can assure you that my innocent looks help me get away with many things. It's all a ruse. I can indeed shoot a gun as well." I said.

He rolled his eyes. "Puh-lease! Your a woman! Just agree to marry my son already!" He shouted. I shook my head. "Why would I ever agree to that if I don't even know who your son is?" I asked. He smirked, thinking I was about to crack. He pointed to the male next to him on his right. "This is my son!" He said. He pointed at the man who was in at least his late twenties.

"Hmm, and how old is he?" I asked. His smirk grew. "Thirty one!" He said. I looked at him. "Sir, I'm not marrying him." I stated. He looked enraged. "Why not!? Your twenty five right!?" He yelled. I shook my head. 

"I'm afraid I'm not even seventeen quite yet." I said. The three males eyes widened in shock. "That would be considered illegal and he would be prosecuted." I said bluntly. "Since when does anything matter legally to you?! You commit crimes all the time!" His son shouted. I looked at his son. "I don't. I just don't think you would want to be prosecuted. I am also, again,  in a serious relationship." I said once again. 

"With who!?" The son shouted. I smirked. "Love! Would you come here!?" I shouted. Seconds later Zayne walked through the doorway. "Yes Cheshire? What is it?" He asked sitting next to me. "Nothing much, just needed proof. Can you bring me some tea though please?" He nodded and headed off.

The other three had their eyes wide open. "Is something the matter?" I asked. They looked at me. "How do you know the son of the second mafia in the world?" They asked. I quirked a brow. "What do you mean?" I asked. "He's the son of Marcus Stirling. How do you not know this?" The father asked. 

"Huh. I've no clue. But, will you stop asking me to marry you?" I asked. They nodded. I smiled. "Perfect. I'll have a butler escort you out." I said. I waved the butler in. The three men got up and began walking out. I took out my gun. "And just as a friendly reminder, I can use a gun." I said shooting each the son and his father in the head.

The other looked panicked and began to run. I appeared in front of him and tapped his shoulder. He looked around and I started controlling him with one hand and used the other to shoot his knees. He screamed in pain and I dropped him. "Goodnight~." I said before shooting him between his eyes. Zayne walked out of the kitchen with my tea.

"Here you are Cheshire~." He said handing me my tea. I smiled and took a sip. I sighed in delight as the maids cleaned up and disposed of the bodies. We walked upstairs and into our bedroom. I changed and finished my tea before jumping on him. He chuckled and we cuddled.

"Hey Zayne?" I asked. He hummed and continued scratching my ears. "I have a question." I said. He looked at me. "What is it?" He asked i looked at him before asking. "Who are you?"