"you want what?" I jump from the bed and storm to the window. 

"you heard me."

"why would you want me to meet him? He hasn't wanted me for the last eighteen years of my life!" I throw my arms in the air and continue on my rant. "and furthermore-"

"He doesn't." zane shrugged.

"he doesnt? That doesn't makes sense....he doesn't what, Zane?"

"he doesn't want to see you." Zane clarified. "your father already retired from the role as mafia king and handed it on to who everyone thought was first born. But everyone was wrong, you were born before everyone which makes you first in line.

"Now you are a girl so you had to be married to assume the role as Queen. Which is why we got married. Since I am your husband that makes me king and you the rightful queen. Understand?"

(A/N you guys understand this right? If not I need to re write it so please put in info." )

"This will get us closer to getting this over with?" I confirm.

"I wouldn't be making you do this if it didn't." He pointed at the boxes on the bed. "We leave in 2 hours."

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An Aggravated sigh escaped my lips as I looked over the mirror. The black dress hugged my body that lacked any feminine curves.

I turned to see my side profile. This time a groan came from my mouth. The pink vest fit perfectly and the black boots were perfect for the dress. Maybe that's why I hated it. They were perfect and I wouldn't let myself accept it.

"Angel-" Zane waltzed in the closet without knocking. "I -uh." His eyes were frozen and now we're looking every where but me. "Let's go."

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When you think mafia you think guy in black tux, fedora, cigarette smoke filled room.

Unlucky for me that is exactly what I got. Zane led me through some dim lit hallways of an old building.

Walking through the double wide doors at the end the light hit me. The room in front of me was like a ball room. White walls were covered red splotches. The golden chandelier was bigger than a any had ever seen before. Surprisingly The wood floor was so clean and waxy I think I could see my image if I tried.

"So this is the person trying to take over my throne." A man in the corner says. The cliche smoke coming out of his mouth from the the cigarette she was just smoking.

"Good to see you again too, Vincent." Blade greeted with a smirk.

I shot my head in the man direction again. Vincent...this is my father. The resemblance between us was shocking. He had brown hair that was hi lighted with grays and a tired face that showed years of work. I ran my fingers through my blonde ponytail taking in every detail of him.

"Okay . Let's get this over with." A different man says. This man was moderately tall with blonde curly hair and blue eyes. He raised a hand up to his head and pulled off his hat. The shimmer of a wedding ring on his finger caught my eye. The blonde chick clinging to his side- who was not wearing a ring- also caught my eye.

Zane assisted me to the table and pulled my chair out for me. The 2 men who had been talking took the seats across from us. Once seated no one spoke creating an awkward silence. Zane shot me a side glance and I took that as my cue.

"My name is Moriah Blade. I am the daughter of Vincent and I am here to take my place as queen to the western mafia." I say my part Zane had me rehearse.

"I have here all the blood tests proving that she is 100% your child." Zane slapped someone files down on the table.

"What's your age?" The guy I assume is Vincent grits out.

"I am 19. Born on July 12th." Gasps were heard through the room. "These papers should prove it."

"That's almost 2 months older than your oldest son Logan. isn't it Vincent?" Zane still wore his smirk and looked at the blonde curly headed man,, who I assume must be Logan.
..............................

An hour later the business talk had been replaced with screaming as they argued back and forth. A man came in the room and whispers something in Vincent's ear. Vincent laid his head in his hands and let out an aggravated groan.

"The papers are legit." Vincent slammed the files on the table resulting in a loud slap. He stood slowly making his way closer to me. "The mafia is yours."

Before I could say anything Vincent kicked my chair flipping it and sending me crashing to the floor. Zane sprung to action but Logan flipped the wooden table. The table landed square on Zane pushing him flat on the ground.

"You are nothing, Moriah." Vincent says as I try lifting myself of the hard floor. "You might be queen but you will never be my daughter. You were never loved!" I stood and backed up from him. He grabbed by my vest and tossed my ontop the table just as Zane was trying to get out from under it. "The only people who ever loved you are dead. Your adoptive parents are dead! And I was the one who killed them!"

The words hurt more than any physical pain that Vincent could ever do. "I took everything from you!" Zane was pushing the table up and I scrambled to get off the top. Vincent grabbed me again and this time balled his fist.

"Don't!" Zane ordered. He stood with blood oozing from his forehead above his left eyebrow. A gun in both hands he approached slowly.

I took Vincent's surprise to my advantage and slugged him as hard as I could. Vincent stumbled as he let go of me. In a flash I was in Zane's arms.

Vincent pulled himself together and with the snap of his fingers all the 20 guards around us pointed their guns at us. We were out numbered. My cheeks were wet and at the moment I don't know why.

"The woman is your queen! You heard Vincent himself tell you it was true," Zane yelled. "You guys work for her! Which means you work for me. Now put your guns down!" Zane yelled at the guards.

One by one the guard slowly lowered their weapons. One man going to the length of kneeling and placing the gun at his feet. Zane slowly slipped his arm off me and made his way over to an angry Vincent.

With a swing Zane smacked Vincent with his gun making the mans body fall to the ground instantly. "Don't you ever touch Moriah again. You get out and never return. The only reason I don't kill you know is because you deserve to live and watch me take over your mafia and slowly tear apart everything you worked for. Now.get.out!"

"You couldn't kill me..." Vincent chuckled. "And I will come back," he slowly started scraping himself up from the floor. "And I will kill her."

Zane dropped his guns and tackled Vincent. Swing after swing I heard connect as Zane punched him. fear overcame as I saw a person beat right in front of my eyes.

"Zane stop!" I screamed. My feet were beside him before I could help myself. "Please stop! Zane!"

Zane didn't stop as he continued swinging at Vincent. I laid my head on zanes's shoulder and he froze. "Stop." I whispered.

"It's okay." Zane said gruffly while standing from Vincent's bloody body. "Let's get you out of here."

...........................

The car ride home was the quietest I had ever been in. I couldn't ever hear the tires on the road. The world felt numb and void of any life.

This was our big win. We got the mafia. This was our first step to taking over. I should feel happy knowing we're one step closer to me being done. But I don't feel happy. My insides feel as if a black hole has formed and is sucking the life out of me. I can't think about anything else but the words Tobias told me.

The only people who ever loved you are dead

One tear.

You were never loved.

Two tears.

I was the one who killed them.

By the time we made it back to the house the silent tears were never ending. My legs carried me out of the car and sprinted into the house. Before I knew it I was in our bedroom and locked the door. I allowed myself to slump onto the bed and cry away my cares.

............Zane...........

I should have killed him. My knuckles were bloodied from the beating I had given Vincent. I followed Moriah up the stairs and to the bedroom. Even before I got there I could hear her sobs.

Frick.

I pulled my phone from my pocket and dialed Joab. He answered in 2 rings.

"Yah boss?" He answered.

"I need some help."

"What did you do this time?" Joab groaned.

"It's Moriah. The meeting went downhill. We got the western mafia but Moriah took a beating- physically and mentally. She locked the bedroom door and shes crying. What do I do?"

"I can't help you with this. If you care for her you need to comfort her. Care for her."

"But how do I-" I was interrupted by the click of Joab hanging up.

Lot of help he was.

.......Moriah......

I heard Zane talking to someone but I couldn't hear him over my own cries. The nob door clicked and I jumped at the small sound of someone entering the room. Taking deep breaths I calmed my cries before looking up at him. He stood just staring at me hands in his pockets.

I opened my mouth to say something funny but nothing came to mind. All I could see was Vincent throwing me Across the room like a rag doll.

"Here." Zane whispered and stepped closer. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and started wiping away my mascara runs I knew were there.

I wanted to scream, or cry, or punch somebody. "I wish I never met him." I whispered.

I don't know what I expected from a father who was never here anyways.

Zane handed me something leather causing me to look at my hands. I held 2 boxing gloves.

"Now you wanna hit me?"

"Kinda." I laugh mildly at how he expects me to release my anger.

"There's that smile," he helps put the gloves on my small hands. "Okay, hit me." He takes a step back.

I swung my first towards his chest. The glove landed on his chest with no power behind the punch in the slightest.

You will Never be my daughter.

"Again." Zane commands I swung a little harder.

You were never loved.

"Again." I swung another punch this time he caught my glove in his hand. "Faster. Again." He released the glove and I swung faster. He grabbed my glove again and I swung my other first making him duck.

"That's better, angel." He whispers. He was treading carefully.

I killed them. I killed your parents.

Then I broke.

Nerve wrecking cries escaped my throat and Zane threw his arms around me. I pushed away from Zane and headed to the bathroom. His soft fingers on my wrist pulled me back and soon I was wrapped in his arms.

I cried for what felt like hours and Zane still held me tight. Every now and again he would whisper comforting words in my ear.

"Why don't you take a shower?" Zane said after my tears had subsided. I nodded and slowly pulled away.

Once in the bathroom i looked at my reflection in the mirror. The dress I wore was ripped in a few places and leather jacket was crinkled. My hair looked it hadn't been brushed in days. Under my eyes was to red and puffy- I wasn't even recognizable. All up and down my arms were scrapes and bruises from where Vincent had thrown me around.

I decided to take a long relaxing, hot bath. I filled the large tub high and added a Lot of bubbles. A nock sounded on the door just before I slipped into the steaming tub. I wrapped in a towel and slowly opened the door.

Zane stood at the door holding a large bowl filled with mint ice cream and a spoon. With hesitation he handed me the items. "Thank you." I gave a small smile.

"No thanks needed, angel." And with that he closed the door leaving me alone to myself.

Thank you lord for sending someone so thoughtful into my life.

Zane could have been a horrible husband but he isn't. He didn't have to do anything but he did. And I know for a fact it was only by the grace of God that I didn't end up with someone worse.

The Lord has a plan for everything, Good and bad. He is in control at all times and as long as I keep going on the path that I know he want me to take I won't have anything to fear.

I washed my face and slipped in the tub. All sadness gone knowing that I was going to be taken care of.