Meeting you
Oliver Moy POV:
"I think you know why I called you here," said manager Ty as I entered his room
"no, actually I don't know why you called me in here Ty," I said in a confused tone
"Well, as you know you're 21 and the most powerful and feared mafia leader and you're still not married yet, all six of the others decided they will not get married so you're the only one that has no chose, I want you to get married as soon as possible so that our businesses Legacy can live on and you can continue your dream," Ty explained.
"Ty, I told you a hundred times I don't want a girlfriend even my brother Sebastian told you a bunch of times I will not get married" I shouted.
"you have to and you will do as I say because I am your manager" he shouted slamming his hands on his table making me slightly flinch.
"of course, manager Ty as you wish may I leave?" I asked trying to calm him down the best I could.
"yes, you may go and I want you to check on the rest of the boys and I want you to bring me a girl for you to marry in less than a week," he said as I walked out.
as you can see I will always have to listen to manager Ty whether I like it or not even though I want nothing to do with marriage because marriage in my eyes is just a waste of time like how do you swear you love your partner by a few vows at your wedding. I don't believe in love either but I have my fathers to blame for that he always treated me and my brother horribly. he would force me to train myself so I would feel like I was about to collapse because to him men never stop fighting and training because men aren't as weak as women which I don't agree maybe that's why Mom left him, she couldn't put up with him anymore she still occasionally talks and visits me and my brother.
I was on my way to check up on the boys who were screaming and shouting because they were playing video games when my brother come up to me.
"what is it, Seb?" I asked him, frustrated with all the shit that was already happening today
"We got him!" he said with a stern face.
then all the other boys got up and came up to me and my brother
Regi "what, about fucking time!" he shouted, making his way to the basement. I turned on the light, to see a man in his mid-fifties tied to a chair, he looks pretty beaten up and may I add drunk as fuck.
"Wake up asshole" I shouted, as Darren slapped him across the face
"Where the hell am I?" he asked, half-drunk
"where's the five million you owe me?" I shouted, making him flinch at my sharp tone
"I um, give me so more time and I'll get it, I swear," he said
"why should we trust you? You told us that twice already, so why should we trust you now? I should let JP kill you!" I said handing JP my gun.
"wait, wait!" he shouted
"I'm sorry, are you begging now," JP said with a smirk growing across his face.
"Please, I'll give you anything you want, just don't let him kill me" he begged at me
"And what can you give me?" I asked, still grabbing the gun from Justin and pointing it to his head myself.
"Oliver, he has a daughter around our age, what if you pay him for her to marry you?" Kane said
"Oh, you have a daughter?" I asked raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, not that I care or anything," he said, rolling his eyes
"What Bro!" Ryan asked, not sure he heard him right
"Nothing, I'll give you my daughter for fifty thousand!" he said
I thought about it for a few seconds then I said "Deal!"
"Now let me go!" the man demanded
"DON'T YOU DARE RAISE YOUR VOICE TO US!" I said, punching him "Sebastian untie him and let him go, I want your daughter here tomorrow or I'll let the boys finish what they started"
Peanuts POV
I woke up to bright light coming in from my window, I groaned at the new day I woke up to. I got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to wash my face from my fresh bruises clean the cuts on my wrist and walked into the shower that felt the warm water on my tense muscles and sort of calmed down. I took a deep breath in instead I woke up to a new day what is even the point of my life anymore, I mean my mother died when I was only three which led to my dad drinking and doing drugs he started abusing me at the age of five I fell into depression at the age of 14 and I started cutting myself and I'm now 21 and I never stopped doing so my dad still came home drunk every night and when I tried to help him he just hit me and blames me for everything that happened to him and Mom I had to work two jobs because my dad won't go to work. so basically, I have to pay for all the bills myself I honestly don't know why it had been moved out yet, could it be because I'm too kind for my own good, and it would hurt me to leave him here all alone to fend for himself. sometimes being too kind could turn into a weakness
I stepped out of the shower and wrapped myself around me Equity changed and headed downstairs to find my dad bruised and sitting on the couch.
"Dad, what happened?" I said worriedly
I ran up to him to try to get him off the couch to heal his wounds but when I helped him up he grabbed my wrist which made me wince in pain because of my cuts and he started dragging me out of the house.
"wait where are we going?!" I asked as I tried to get myself free from his grip but he was holding on to meet you tight
"no questions now come on!" he shouts not looking back at me
"can you at least let go of my wrist you're hurting me?!!" I pleaded
"deal with it!!!" he shouted
in about 10 minutes we made it to a huge mansion
"where are we?" I asked hoping to get an answer this time he just ignored me and rang the doorbell, then a tall man with pink hair and brown eyes open the door
"come on in, and follow me, we were already waiting for you inside. "he said, as we followed him inside
Oliver POV
I was waiting for this girl to arrive in manager Ty's office; the only one missing was Ryan because I told him to watch the front door. I honestly had no idea of this girl's name, I don't even know what she looks like or if she is a bitch. I had my back turned to the door when the door swung open.
"Boss, she's here," Ryan said, standing at the door.
I turned around to see the man holding onto his daughter's wrist. She looked fragile; she had bruises on her face for some reason. She had long black hair: and beautiful brown eye, she wore a white tank top with grey pullovers and denim shorts. I must say I wasn't expecting her to look this beautiful.
"Dad, where are we?" the girl asked her father, with fear in her eyes.
"Shut up will you!" her father shouted. Why does he treat her that way? It's kind of reminding me of how my father treated me and my brother Seb when we were younger.
"come with me miss," I said, grabbing her from him
"where am I? and who are you guys?" she asked, with terror in her eyes.
"Calm down, we are not gonna hurt you, I just want to talk to you" I replied, as I led her to my room, I closed the door behind us and I let go of her hand.
Peanut POV
who is this guy? and what does he want with me? he looked beautiful though he had black messy hair and hazel eyes that I could get lost in. he wore a black and blue oversized sweatshirt with black jeans. He looked soft but mysterious like he doesn't care what people think of him.
"What do you want?" I asked, looking for answers.
"My name is Oliver Moy, and you probably know me, I'm one of the most feared and powerful mafia leaders in all of LA. now your turn, introduce yourself" he said
"I um, I don't know who you are, and why should I tell you about myself? I don't even know you, so why should I trust you?" I asked, afraid of what he might answer.
"Listen, girl, I'm trying my best to act nice towards you, because I'm usually a dick towards other people, speak!" he shouted
He started walking towards me, I tried to walk backward but my back slammed against the door, and his hand slammed on the door, making our faces only a few inches apart.
"P-Personal space!" I stuttered, pushing him away
"M-MY name is Peanut Noriega, I'm from Puerto Rico and I'm 21. I moved here with my father when my mother died, at the age of three" I said
"See, was that so hard?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
"NO, I just uh, I want to know why I'm here," I said
"You're here, because we're getting married," he said
"What?" I shouted, in disbelief
"What?" he asked
"I will not marry you!" I shouted,
"why?"
I couldn't tell you because I don't believe in love because my father broke me so much that made me no longer believe in love because love doesn't exist in the cruel world at least not for me
"Listen I don't want to marry either but I have to because I need an air or else our family name will with me," he said
"An Air? I have to give you a baby?" I yelled
"yes, you do know you'll be sleeping in here with me because if we're going to get married we need to get used to each other my men will move your stuff in here, and let me make a clear with you are never to leave without my permission! Understand!" he shouted
"Y-Yes" I stuttered, as he left the room
I have to marry this guy and give him a baby I just met him and I can barely take care of myself I'm still dealing with depression and self-harm and now I find out that I have to marry a Mafia Boss can my life get any worse than this is all my fault this is all my father's fault he is the one who made my life a living hell.
I ran out of the room even though I was told not to. I ran back to where I came from to see my dad about to leave Oliver was there and so was the guy with pink hair that let us in, also standing there where the other guys that were in the office with Oliver and me.
"You Monster!" I shouted. Causing everyone to look at me
"I thought I told you to stay in our room!" Oliver said
"I HATE YOU!" I shouted running up to my father with tears in my eyes and slapping him
"don't hate me hurt yourself you're the reason your mother died and you're the reason I stole from these guys and you're also the reason he was going to kill me so blame everything that happened to yourself" he shouted back
blame myself lay myself so I'm supposed to blame myself for you coming home drunk every night, for every bruise you gave me, for the two jobs that I had to work because your drunk ass could not get up and go get a job- SO AM I THE ONE TO BLAME!" I shouted. Everyone was shocked about what I just admitted to.
"SHUT UP, YOU LITTLE BICTH!" my father yelled, slapping me across the face
When he slapped me, I saw a few tall figures in front of me and one, in particular, had punched my dad in the face, it was Oliver
"Oliver!" they all shouted.
"LEAVE or I'll put a bullet in your brain!" Oliver shouted, my dad, stayed silent and quickly ran out the door.
"Are you ok?" they all asked