^^^^Above is a picture of Esmerelda's Outfit^^^^

Esmerelda- Antoinette's POV:

We arrived at the meeting place where Silvester Dark was to meet my 10 brothers and negotiate my possession of part of the Irish Mafia, the French Mafia, and the Russian Mafia as well as my businesses. I took the elevator to the VIP floor where the conference would be held. Mr. Sylvester was already vestibule of the floor. The Royals were also waiting with Mr. Dark. I put my emotionless mask on. I see Kai, Roman, Bishop, and Hugo all follow me to the Conference room.

"Mr, Dark, take the Royals and enter the Conference room first. I believe my father and brothers are already present." I command. My consigliere curtly nods and leads the Royals into the room. I heard the men in the room standing and shaking their hands with Mr. Dark.

"Why are you pests here?" Emiliano spits at the Royals. How dare he.

"Ugh none of your business you b*stard," Roman says cheerfully. As he should.

"Well, I believe we are here to discuss, Esmerelda's possession of the Mafias and other assets." Lorenzo interrupts sternly. Now's time for the real juice. What are they really gonna talk about?

"Yes, please have a seat. Alcohol anyone?" Mr. Dark asks. My brothers and father all agree to the offer. I see an employee of mine, by an employee I mean assassin, calming with a rolling cart with Bourbon and Liquor as well as lemon, ice, and glasses. The alcohol was poured into the different glasses. The Royals and Mr. Dark took their sips first and only then did my family drink. I see, they didn't trust my people, they were taking precautions to be poisoned. Understandable considering poisoning is quite a popular method of murder.

"Now shall we start the discussion," Sylvester tells Papa, Lorenzo, and my other brothers.

"Very Well. Primarily we want you to hand over all of Esmerelda's assets. She is a young 14-year-old and the princess of the Italian Mafia. Her handling assets of such danger and degree are absolutely unacceptable. As her guardian I have 100 percent say in the conclusion of this conference. Frankly speaking, she is an unfit leader, she is not meant for this world." Lorenzo speaks. I was boiling with anger. In the first sentence and he says that I am unfit to be a leader. Well, last time I checked the Mafia Queen crown was awarded to me, not to Lorenzo Romano. He has no right to claim my inability to lead. I have proven myself for over 2 years now, showing how my decisions, along with Sylvsester's aid and advice that I am capable of leading a high stakes, high risks, and high-pressure Mafia setting. I desperately wanted to go into the conference room myself and discuss however I knew now was not the right time. If I was correct estimations conferences between high-level officials take at least 2 hours for a sem-proper compromise and negotiation. Considering how stubborn the Romanos are we can make that 4 hours. Frankly, I could finish this conference in 30 seconds. Mr. Dark supports me which means what I say is what happens. My Mafia, my rules. This is why I say m brothers are controlling, will we ever come to a point where we can all just agree? I should have asked Alexander and Blake to join, I know they would have been good mutual grounds to propose solutions for the highly irrational issue we have run into. I slap my hand to my forehead in distress. This was absolute bullsh*t.

"I don't understand how you think she is an unfit leader. For the past 2 years, she has already proven her success as a leader through the success of her Mafias and the revenue made through her business. You are just annoyed cause she's richer and more powerful than any of your p*ssy *ss b*tches" Hugo chimes in. What a great way of words he has. I honestly think he should be a poet.

"Shut the actual f*ck up. We're talking to Sylvester Dark, not you quacks. Y'all have absolutely no say in how this conference goes." Valentino says. Ugh, that b*tch.

"Well said fratello, I don't even know why these quacks are here at the conference. Who gave them the invite? Tch!" Vincenzo adds on. The twins are such a pain in the booties.

"Look, with all due no respect, your opinions frankly don't matter. The amount of irrelevant y'all are displaying in this conference room right now is astronomical." Roman snaps. Every line he says sounds like he's a snappy b*tch who can do whatever he wants. I mean it's Roman so it's expected.

"Plus, Sylvester had been her supporter for way longer than the Romanos have. He plays a bigger role in the family than you. If you want her to give up the Mafias which you dare to dream about should be discussed with Esme herself not just her supporters. I'm surprised that your pea-sized brains haven't understood this." Bishop says. Bishop to the rescue.

"Exactly. I believe I am not a fit candidate for you to discuss Esmerelda's financial matters as I am a mere representative, Esmerelda is the individual who relays the orders I simply advise and follow." Sylvester says. The way Sylvester's politically polite words slice the skin of his opponents. I honestly enjoy every bit of it. If Sylvester wasn't a Consigliere, he would definitely be a diplomat in foreign nations.

" Once again we are discussing with you because she is a mere child. How would she know what is right and what is wrong? She is just under the spell of her dead mother and godfather and the expectations they have for her. He is mentally unstable." Papa claims. Disgusting. Absolutely disgusting. Calling on my dead mother who I haven't met since she died giving birth to me and my god-father. I didn't think the Romanos would stoop that low. My mental health and stability. What a joke. I have survived abuse, I have survived the mourning and death of others. I don't need to hear about mental stability from people who are already mentally crazy themselves. Absolute hypocrites. It was time. I can't wait anymore, I won't let them destroy my honor and name. I was about to walk in but Kai had several things to say.

"That dumb mouth of yours has no right to speak Esmerelda's name," Kai says in a cold and calm voice. Damn! I did not expect that. Where did that come from? Now that I think about it, the Royals' ability to stand in front of the Romano a feared Mafia group is quite awesome. They are such brave people.

"You b*tch-!" I hear Giovanni yell before he pulls out his gun ready to shoot Kai right in between his eyes. No! Not on my watch!
"Stop right there Giovanni," I say loud and clear as I walk into the room. Yes, brothers and father, I have arrived. I grace you with my presence and interrupt the beautiful conference y'all were going to have without me. I smirk.

"How dare you try to hurt one of my friends in my building while discussing e behind my back!" I say scarily. My family has no common sense whatsoever. They all are mentally challenged.

"Bambin-" father says.

"Stop it. I am unfit to be a leader, I am psychologically challenged, I am too young... I dare you o say one more vile word out of your mouth about me! You dare hold a conference with MY consigliere in hopes of me giving up my hard work, pride blood, and sweat. None of you have any idea of the struggles I have been through to come this far. I am not going to have 11 egotistic men ruin my life for the sake of my family. Mr. Dark and the Royals are more like a family than y'all are. Always controlling me, keeping secrets, thinking of me as naive, and ignoring my questions. Enough is Enough. I will be keeping my Mafias with me. I am the Mafia Queen, slapping some common sense into a handful of Romano's is nothing compared to the other struggles in my life." I yell. I am huffing, out of breath. Boy was that speech long. They deserved it. My brothers looked at me with wide eyes, shocked that I was present during the conference and I had heard all they had discussed.

"Esmerelda look, we didn't" Francesco starts.

"Look fratello, I don't want to hear it," I say sternly. I see Lorenzo about to say something but my phone rings just in the nick of time. My luck is honestly insane. I pick up my phone and speak.

"Hello this is Antoinette," I say politely.

"Don, get out of there now, Kayden, Berkley- they are com-" the voice of my employees starts cracking.

"What!" I holler through the phone. Kayden and Berkley what? I was about to ask more but...

BOOM! An explosion, right underneath us. 

Author's Note:

Hey, my little shadies. A one-year absence! I have no words. I am absolutely sorry for leaving y'all hanging. I even forgot I was writing this book after a while. I will continue to update as best as I can. I hope y'all can forgive me. Please like, share, comment, vote and follow!

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