"Thank you, Mr. Kolnick." I take a seat and Stevie does the same. He says the same to him. I feel like a drunk person from how much sleep depraved I am.
He goes through the will and nothing new pops. All shares, companies, and assets go half and half between me and baby bro. Profits and losses. He finishes reading the will and I stand up to go as I'm falling asleep at this point. Not because I'm getting bored, but because I have no energy. "Viv! Wait. There's more. The second part of our meeting." Oh, yeah.... That fucking contract.... Forgot about it.... I don't function well at nine in the morning.... Not after all I had these past couple of weeks. I crawl into my seat again.
"I'm sorry. Continue. I was rude. I apologize." I take Stevie's left hand into mine and wait for some more speaking. I do concentrate and register everything, but my eyes just go into off mode from time to time. I need a double shot espresso after this.... There was a coffee shop downstairs.... Yep. Next stop is there.
"No worries, Vivian. I know you've been through a lot and the companies gave you headaches. They're not looking good at all." Tell me about it....
I give him a genuine smile and signal Stevie with my stare to my hand on his. He knows that he needs to squeeze it to give me some impulse to stay fucking awake. He does it. Love you, baby bro.... I really can't stay awake.... Not my fault I had to run for fucking thirty minutes last night after a criminal and fight him for another twenty minutes. I fucking jumped so many things to catch his ass.... Then to write reports and the following shit.... If the companies would have made profit this period, I would have taken a vacay from the agency.... We need those money, too, unfortunately....
"For this part, we need to wait for them, I'm afraid." He takes a concerned stare behind those round small glasses of his. For who? I'm lost right now....
I look at my brother; he looks back at me. Not helping, little man.... I was looking at you to fill me in, not to ask me....
"To wait for LeAngelo." Lewho? Who the fuck is that? Are you fast aging, too, Mr. Lawyer? We don't know any Lealo something.... I'm so fucking tired....
I give him a raised left eyebrow and very sleepy stare. "Lelo guy is not connected to us...." I get interrupted as his secretary has just showed in two guys. I take my head and stare, with difficulty, to check them out and see who they are. I don't fucking know them. Mr. Lawyer instantly stands up at their sight and welcomes them, intimidated and wiping his sweat on his forehead with his handkerchief. "Well, if your next meeting has arrived, we'll show ourselves out, Mr. Kolnick. We'll keep in touch." I put my shades back on and stand up to go. I fucking need a bed.... I really walk like a drunk man.... Fucking shit.... Even my breathing is delayed.... I need some food, too, but the espresso is first to go in....
"Vivian! Wait!" I'm out the door.... What the fuck have I forgot this time? I'm so fucking messed up this year....
"We'll take it next time, whatever it is.... I need some sleep.... Sorry, Mr. Kolnick...." Stevie has just pulled me back in by my jacket. What are you doing?!
"Sis?! This is the guy I was speaking of. The 10 million loan...." What? Who?
I turn my head and look at the guys inside, through my shades. They're both towering and ripped in muscles, like Greek Gods. But one is older, around forty, and one is younger, around twenty something. The young one is all pissed off, the old one all smiling. Nice combo in attitude. Contrast. They're wearing expensive tailored made suits and all neat and, expensive. They both have dark green eyes, white skin and chiseled jawline. They're so fucking big. But I can beat the shit out of them if it's necessary.... Yeah.... I visibly scan them to see their structure and find their weak spots, if it'll will get down to violence. I'm half-awake now as the ones claiming me as a wife for a shit loan could get their asses kicked.
"Oh.... Right. Lealo guys.... OK." I give my shades and purse to Stevie and I take my killer look and attitude, sitting back on my chair. Let's see the scores.... Should be interesting.... I don't give a look to any of them now and have my glare on the lawyer to speak.
"Vivian, this is Mr. ...." I interrupt him.
"Don't want to greet no one. Just keep it on the essentials. Time is money." Yes, I'm not going to be a diplomatic bitch with these guys as they have an illegal manner to ask for things regarding a loan, investment shit. I don't know their grimaces, but I'm sure the younger one has just puffed in annoyance. Just go and fuck yourself for what I care.... I'm not having manners for your type.... Not even for a bit.... The fuck I care you are billionaires....
"Vivian?" The older one seems to speak to me. "We are not here to argue or be against you for the loan. I want to...."
The younger one snaps. Oh, this is fun.... I don't look at any of them. I'm with my eyes on the lawyer.
"Dad?! I'm not fucking marrying her! She's.... She's nothing from what I would want from a wife! She's.... I don't know.... Look at her!" I turn my eyes at the younger Lelo guy, with a whatever look.
"Couldn't agree with you more." I scan him from head to toes like having him under a fucking X-Ray. "I wouldn't marry an ugly fucker like you either. There's no marriage here, kiddo. I think some lawyers are messed up and don't really know the laws. I can't be obliged to marry someone, at my fucking age, without my consent. I'm not underage. So, stop with the attitude. I would never marry someone like you, even if you would be covered in gold. I'm sorry if I'm rude, but it's not a good hour to take this shit with the contract and loan. Shut up and let's give space to Mr. Kolnick to speak about the investment money, and what real legal ways are to pay you guys back. Chill, kid. I'll not rape you into marriage. Not my fucking type anyways." I wink at him and go back with my glare to the lawyer while the kid is angry and disturbed of the way I have spoken to him. I really don't give a shit.
"What?! Me? A kid?!"
The Alpha is itching his balls.... My head hurts now.... That voice is so fucking irritating.... I pity the real woman who'll marry your ass. Yeah... I ignore him. I don't give a fuck on him. My head is spinning, and I need that fucking espresso. Stevie keeps himself quiet. He knows not to interfere when I speak business. He's not old enough yet. He'll have his time. Now I'm the one with all burdens on my shoulders.
"Mr. Kolnick? Let's hear it. I'm sorry, but I'm having another urgent meeting and this needs to go fast. Thank you in advance for understanding." Everyone is silent, but I can feel the younger one is almost exploding. Let him explode. He doesn't get I'm not dragging anyone into marriage. I don't want relationships, but marriage. Just go the fuck out and stop polluting the air in here....
"Vivian, the contract is as follows. Considering your parents aren't alive anymore, they're not able to return the investment to Mr. LeAngelo. The marriage agreement is very legal as you, as successor, have gained everything. And even if you weren't a successor, your shares were already in majority and this is still legal." I beg your pardon? Aren't you fucking lawyer? Knowing laws and all?
"Come again? I think I'm missing something here. Shares? What does that have to do with everything?" You're too hot from the weather maybe and hallucinating.... I'm having a crazy stare on the lawyer now.
"The loan was 10 million. If not paid on time and gets executed, it becomes 20 million dollars. Being a shareholder, in majority, you have two options, Viv. Either give them back the 20 million now or you marry Mr. David LeAngelo."
I snort into laughter at this point. This is fucking madness! Has anyone heard of this shit before? I haven't. Honestly. You're crazy.... All of you....
"Give me the contract. I now want to read it myself." He gives it to me. The Lelo guys are silent. I go through it and my jaw drops with each line that comes before my eyes. It's fucking legally concrete. What the fuck?! Where the fuck should I get 20 million?! It's not 20k! Or 200k, or 2 million! It's fucking 20 million! For fuck's sake! MOM! DAD! WHAT AM I GOING TO DO?! Even if I sell all the estates and companies, I won't get more than two million!
"Viv? How bad is it?" Stevie's asking, concerned in voice. Hell bad....
"OK. Mr. Lelo." I address the older one. "I don't have that kind of money. That's a reality. But if you allow it, we can discuss new monthly rates and I'll make sure to pay them on time. I wasn't in the company for the last years, only briefly, as my parents had everything under control. Well, at least to my knowledge. However, it's a promise I'll return it to you on a monthly basis. I'll go and see the project on site and will work it further to see end line. For the marriage part, with all due respect, it's craziness. He's a kid, and I'm too old for this shit. Not the type to marry, for no one and for nothing. Can we have a deal on this?" I send him a genuine smile, hoping he comes back to his senses and agrees. Just drop the marriage part. I won't marry this douchebag. No one deserves marrying me on various reasons....
"Vivian. I'm sorry, honey, but the contract can't be changed. You have to marry my son, and him you. This was decided between me and your late father. My condolences for your loss.... They were good people." I think I'll faint now.... But I don't want to give satisfaction. HOLD IT! VIV! HOLD IT!
"Dad! I said no! I'm not having her as my wife! I don't know why you insist on her! She's all wrong for me! I don't like her! I despise her!" We're in mutual agreement, kiddo. Play some more and make your daddy break. He should love you enough to do it your way.... Get some more to him.... Make him give in. That's it.... He's yelling at his dad, calling me names, like fat, ugly, rude, uneducated, not wife material and such. I have no fucking problem with it. I even smile and nod at each word that comes through his venomous mouth. Say some more, kiddo.... Don't fucking stop.... You're almost there.... Come on.... I'm cheerleading for you here....
"DAVID! DON'T YOU SPEAK LIKE THAT ABOUT YOUR WIFE! SHE'S NOT LIKE YOU SAY SHE IS! YOU DON'T KNOW HER! YOU'RE THE LUCKY ONE TO HAVE ONE LIKE HER! SHUT UP! IF YOU WANT YOUR MOM'S LAST LETTER, YOU'LL SIGN THE CONTRACT! IF YOU DON'T WANT THAT LETTER, GO OUT AND MAKE SURE TO NEVER SEE YOU AGAIN! ALL MY FORTUNE WILL GO TO HER!" He's pointing at me. Wow! No, I don't need that, thank you. I just need you guys off my back.... That's all I'm asking.... "I KNOW YOU DON'T NEED MY MONEY, BUT JUST LETTING YOU KNOW!"
Kiddo is screaming in anger, eyeing me with such furious eyes. I'm disappointed he failed.... I told you, kiddo.... You're a kid.... A real man wouldn't be under his dad's leash.... Now, what the fuck am I going to do? I'm not marrying this kid.... He's a player for sure. He's not bad looking, but I'm not impressed. Okay, he's any woman's dream, but I don't give a fuck.... He's foul mouth.... I'm, too.... Okay, Okay.... I admit it.... I was rude, too.... But given the situation, I can't help it.... This is pure madness. Who does that nowadays?!
"FINE! I'LL SIGN IT AND FUCK MY LIFE! IT'S A PER LIFE MARRIAGE CONTRACT! TO HER!" He's pointing at me.
Whoa! You guys do a lot of pointing at my ass.... What the fuck did I do? I'm not the one wanting your fucked up ass.... Go to ashes for what I care....
"Viv? This isn't good. That guy is so against you.... Like why? You have no fault in all this...." Stevie says to me, pissed off at Davy guy. I don't know, kiddo....
"Let him be, kiddo. He's right. Our asses really don't match. Look at him and look at me. I would have beaten his ass nonstop if I were his mom. See? That's why you get some at times. To avoid being like that. But he's doing a good thing right now, as we are in agreement in not wanting our asses getting married. I totally agree with the kid."
The yelling has stopped, and I feel all eyes on us. I pause and look at them. The older Lelo is smiling at me and the kiddo is like an exploded bull at me. Right.... "So? Who won? Papa Lelo or kiddo? I really pray the kid won...." I cross my arms and wait for the answer. I really don't want to sign that marriage contract. No fucking way. I have a lunatic stare. Papa Lelo laughs.
"You'll marry each other. David agreed." What?!
"But I don't agree. And your kid is right. We don't fit each other in any serious way. He needs a barbie, with her mouth shut, to follow his behind, and smile at request. And with a lot of money under her behind and some higher education shit than my high school diploma." Of course I'm lying over my education. I have high academics. Don't you guys mind me speaking with 'fuck' and 'shit' and such. I'm in a severe depression lately and I can't control my reactions very well. I'll tell you some other time why I'm depressed. But now I'm more depressed because of my parents' death and this shit over here. It's not easy at all.
The kid is boiling, serving me with such killer looks, and his dad is serene. "Pay the 20 million or marry my son. It's that simple, honey." A wide smile appears over his face, waiting. Fuck me hard.... Fuck me so hard....
"The marriage contract is a per life one, no divorce allowed. If one of us, or maybe he already has, or maybe I already have, falls in love and wants another, how can we solve this? We, as your kid said, despise each other. We'll never like or love each other. I, for one, would fucking beat his ass right now, and I'm sure he feels the same for me. Therefore, how to go in such a situation?" I keep my cool, but the crazy stare is there. It's my normal one. I'm never all there.
"No divorce allowed. Ever. You get to lead in my companies, too. I'll get you a high position and the rest is between you guys. I won't interfere more. However, I want an heir. That's a must. I won't force you when. Yet, I don't want to hear I won't have a grandson or granddaughter. You'll move right away in his house. Your brother, too. He's family now. And share his all, as he's your husband now. We'll set the proper wedding soon and everything will be perfect. These are my requests. The rest is between husband and wife." I fucking have to marry the kid?! Fuck no!
"Hey! Kid! You really let your father manipulate you like this over a fucking letter?! I don't know how much that means to you, but I'm sure it's not to trade your life and mine like this! Give up on the letter and don't sign the fucking contract!" I'm now standing and yelling all angry at him. He's burning me with his eyes and takes a pen from inside his suit jacket and the marriage contract from the lawyer and starts signing it on every single page, all enraged, but not saying anything. "What are you doing?! STOP!" The moment I go to grab the contract he finishes signing it. FUCK!
"SIGN IT, TOO! AND WE'LL HAVE HELL ON EARTH AFTER THAT! I HATE YOU! YOU'RE SO FUCKING ANNOYING! I CAN'T STAND YOU! I'LL NEVER FUCK YOU!"
I agree with everything you say.... Why yelling at me? I'm not the one forcing all this or fucking wanting it!
I grab the contract in the rage of the moment and sign it, too, so fucking fast. "THERE! LET'S START THE HELL ON EARTH WAR NOW! YOU FUCKING KID! YOU'RE NOT A MAN! YOU'RE A KID! REMEMBER THAT! IF YOU WERE A REAL MAN, YOU WOULDN'T BREAK UNDER A FUCKING LETTER!" I throw the pen and two contracts on him and on to the door, all fuming.
"WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?!" TO KILL MYSELF!
"TO GO AND FUCK!" I'm already at the elevator with Stevie on my steps.
"WHAT DID YOU SAY?!" He's yelling from the room, but we are already in the elevator and the doors are closing....
I'm so fucked up with all this shit.... Why did you guys have to die?! I start crying in the elevator, Stevie's holding me.... I didn't want to marry.... With no one....
"I'm sorry, sis.... I'm sorry I have no power...." He's caressing my back.... It's not your fault, baby bro.... I'm sorry you have to see me like this.... All weak.... I'm sorry....
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