Shooting a Hot Billionaire - War Love Book 1

Vivian's POV:

It's still dark outside. The sky gets angry, snapping in thunders, cutting the sky in lightnings. The grey clouds are crying in a heavy rain forming mist when it hits the ground. It's 15th of May, and I'm caught in the smell of fresh brewed coffee, with perfect cinnamon buns in front of me, scrolling through my phone to see if I'm called in. I had it on silent, as I'm in a break after last night's mission.

I sip some coffee which calms my taste buds, and the fine texture tickles my insides which are empty as I haven't eaten since yesterday at breakfast. I had a busy day and didn't have time to eat. Yeah, sometimes it happens like that. My stomach growls and I munch from a cinnamon bun. It's six-thirty in the morning, and I would fucking sleep, yet I can't. I have insomnia. You get that when you have my life. I'm in a coffee shop near my place.

Who am I? Yeah.... Who the fuck am I? The official me is Vivian Doreen, I'm 29, a curvy bitch, hot babe on some standards, fucking fat on others. I don't give a fuck if I'm hot or fat. I have no interest in others' opinion. I'm me for me and not me for others. They can go and fuck themselves for what I care. I'm a company owner, with my parents. So, I'm a Financial and Planning Manager as a position in the company and having shares in the company, landing me in the shareholders board as well. The fucking company is practically mine, but my ass goes there only when it's strictly necessary. I do my work from where I am in the world. My parents gave in eventually in this...

The company? Real estate. Doreen Real Estate Investments Ltd. We're in Los Angeles. We buy proprieties and then sell them after investing in them for repairs and remodeling. They get good profit, but not so much lately, because of the economic crisis. We have a shit load of loans and we're kind of at our limit in paying it back. The proprieties aren't selling any longer, at least not at the right prices, which lands us in huge losses. Yeah...

Never mind with this shit... I'm not a tall one, nor petite, kind of in the middle. I'm a porcelain skinned one and have some hypnotic emerald eyes. My hair is shoulders length with a natural dark blond shade. It waves in form. My bachelor's degree is in Business Administration and have a lot of master's degrees, but that shit is whatever. I'm at a point in my fucking life where I don't give a shit on those. I have a baby brother. He's 18 and he's a fucking pain in the ass, for the whole family. However, that's another story. No, no boyfriend. I don't give a shit on those either. The unofficial me? Well, I'm.... Oh, wait.... My phone is ringing.... Sorry, guys.... I need to take this shit now.

"Vivian Doreen speaking." Just don't call me in... I'm so fucking depressed right now... It's an unknown number....

"Miss Doreen?" A man's voice is asking me what I've already confirmed. Is this guy hit in the head or something? Still, his voice is a bit not that strong.... Like some bad news coming in.... I look outside the window, seeing the storm raging and it hits me in my guts. A penetrating fire of dim pain, ravaging me, covers my being, making me have shivers down my spine.

"Speaking." Just say already....

"I have to give you some not very good news. Are you sitting?" What?! Who the fuck is this guy?!

"Yes." YOU FUCKING DRIVE ME NUTS!

"I'm detective Henry Calkin. I'm very sorry, but your parents had an accident last night on their way home." What did he say? What? Sorry? Accident? Mom? Dad? I look at the phone and put it back to my ear. I'm dizzy and I feel like I'll pass out though I'm the strongest bitch there is out there.

"Come again? You are sorry for what? What accident?" The man pauses to my increased tremor inside and exploding heart and brain. I saw my parents last time two weeks ago. They were well and happy to see me. We get along very well and.... No.... I don't want to think.... I don't want to accept.... I don't want to believe.... I....

"Miss Doreen, you need to come in and identify your parents over the morgue.... I'm so sorry to give you the news.... They've lost their lives in a tragic accident and we believe it's murder, but we don't have enough evidence yet. Can you come in now? Your brother is with us but he's having a breakdown and can't go in and identify. He's young and we don't want to force him over this." Steven? Baby brother? I can't.... Tears knot under my chin and I'm so hit inside that I can't move. I'm on automatic when I hear about Stevie.... He's alone in there and mom and dad.... FUCKING SHIT!

"Send me address. I'm on my way." I hang up the call. I'm cold and strong outside and in voice, but inside? I'm fucking dead.... This? This has just sent a ninja sword in my heart and threw me to my grave. If it weren't for my baby brother, I would have fucking died right now. Mommy? Daddy? You guys better joke with this shit! You aren't allowed to die! Why?! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME!

I take my car keys and wallet and go to my car with light speed to go to the location I've been sent by the detective who called me. I try calling Mom, Dad and Steven on their phones, but no one answers. I'm so fucked up right now! I can't even see the road ahead while driving! I don't even fucking know how I reached here safe and sound and nailed the address. I had my fucking sports car at maximum to reach here.

I go inside, storming. No, I'm not crying now. I have a normal appearance and pretend to be a strong bitch. My baby brother needs me strong and protective. I'm his only fucking family, no matter our differences. "Vivian Doreen. I was called by detective Henry Calkin about my parents having an accident last night." I say to the officer from the reception. He checks the computer and makes a call.

"Detective Calkin? Miss Vivian Doreen is here. Should I send her up? Yes, sir. Yes, sir. I'll send the documents in a few minutes. Yes. I'll bring miss Doreen right now." He hangs up. "Come with me, miss Doreen."

He takes me to the elevators, and we go up at the fourth floor. He's silent but checks me out. "Miss? Do I know you from somewhere? You kind of look familiar...." Not having time for this shit! I keep an iced exterior, all serious, a fucking cold bitch.

"I don't think so, officer. I don't remember you. And I get all the faces I ever see." I don't give him any look, being focused on the fucking doors to open and get out, hoping all this is a dark joke or wake up from the fucking nightmare. He goes silent seeing my attitude. Not happening.... Not happening.... Viv? WAKE THE FUCK UP! YOU'RE DREAMING! NOT REAL!

When the doors open, I go out with an all mighty attitude, which is fake, but whatever, and see my baby brother on one of the chairs in front of an office door, with his head on his hands, sobbing and saying something between his tears. I go to him, all crumbling inside at his sight, with hurried steps. "Stevie? Baby?" The moment he hears my voice, he moves his tormented, crying eyes at me and breaks. Oh.... My.... God.... It's fucking real.... Hold it in Viv.... Be a cold bitch for baby bro.... He needs you strong.... Don't you fucking cry! Ice your heart! RIGHT NOW!

"VIV! MOM AND DAD DIED! They...died...Viv...." He's on me, crying and crazy....

I clear my throat to keep it in and hold him, rubbing his back. I'm here.... I will never leave you.... I know.... It hurts so fucking much.... It's death inside of me, too.... Don't cry.... You rip my soul, baby....

"Shh.... Calm down.... I'm here, baby bro...." I kiss his head and keep him tight in my arms.

"Viv! Tell me it's not real! Mom and dad are alive! Please.... Viv.... Please.... No...." I hold him tighter now as he's going crazy, raging in crying for the plague which hit our family.... I take such a deep breath and release it. I cup his face and make him look into my eyes which I don't know how they look at this point. I might look like a psychotic bitch right now.... I don't fucking know....

"Stevie! Look at me!" He looks at me, all crying and shaking. "No matter what, we are together. Okay? If they were killed, like the detective said.... I'll kill the motherfucker who did this to us.... Alright? Now man up! Mom and dad are relying on us to be strong. They loved us and they want us to be strong and overcome this. Trust me. They'll pay...."

He nods at me as he's the only one that fucking knows what I mean. I don't fucking care what I've just said in front of the officer. I'm a fucking bitch all the way; the strongest ass out there. No one puts me down. I'll find them, I'll hurt them, I'll kill them.... This is not going to end here.... Mom? Dad? I'll revenge you guys.... My soul and heart are gone.... They've gone with you guys.... My everything has just been taken away....

"Yes.... Viv...." He's sobbing.

"Take a seat. I'll talk to the detective and then we'll go home. Okay?" He nods again and I kiss his forehead while he's slowly letting my right hand go. I know, kiddo....We'll see after....

When I turn around to go in the detective's office, the man is out, looking at us, at me to be more exact, and checks me out, narrowing his stare on my face. He's in his thirties, a towering guy, with a typical detective attitude, hands in his pockets, under his suit jacket, his gun in sight a bit. We have a lock of stares. I'm all fucking crazy in stare, as I usually am. "Miss Doreen? Please, come inside."

He shows me in. I walk in straight in stance, like a lion, like I always am. I'm so fucking pissed, hurt, revengeful.... I take a seat in front of his office.

"Spare me with the take-it-easy normal procedure and cut to the chase, detective. What happened, when, why, evidence. I need to know them now. This case is going higher as of now. It's my parents we're talking about."

He's just taken a seat on his chair and taken aback by my attitude, having his eyebrows raised at me and surprised eyes. He's now laying back on his chair in a thinking pose, studying me. Yeah, yeah.... Cut the crap. I need them now. I won't wait after your fucking ass for ages to get to the bottom of this shit. I'm fucking higher than you....

"Miss Doreen. You're not a very normal family member for victims in a case. You can become a suspect. Do you know that? After what you said outside, you show you can be a killer. It wouldn't be first time when a close family member murdered his own. Plenty of such cases. As long there's a reason, you could have done it."

Is this guy for real now?

Vivian's POV:

I study him, too, with a lunatic stare, moving my head a bit while scanning him, with my jawline clenched and all contracted.

"Detective. You don't know whom you're speaking to. Open your system and insert the following." He's looking at me surprised, but silent. "NOW! MY parents have died.... I don't have time for the protocol shit. Hit in the following, 'raven dark star'. What you get as results, that's fucking me. Look at it and then give me what I've asked of you." He's curious and does what I told him to. When the results come in.... Three, two, one....

"HOLLY SHIT!" He stands up in front of me after this. "My respects, Madam.... I didn't know...."

I take my black leather suit jacket aside a bit and show him my badge. I'm a fucking top secret agent, the worst kind there is. Criminals shit their pants when I get to them. Yeah.... That's the unofficial me.... I'm well-known worldwide and I'm so fucking handsomely paid for my services. From my family, only Stevie found out, by accident, when he was 14, when I came home late at night, shot, bleeding. I couldn't cover it in front of him and had to tell him and to keep it a secret forever. Next day, I moved alone in a fucking apartment, to avoid the shit that happens sometimes, and I have become a loner when it comes to family to not be caught again, to protect them. But I feel that this has to do with my unofficial me. This is what my guts tell me. I'm guilty for my parents' deaths, because of my under job.

"Yeah, yeah.... Sit down." I cover my badge. "Give me the details."

He sits and gives me the files he has for now. I look over them and when I see mom and dad.... It fucking trashes my heart and soul.... They are smashed and covered in blood....

Mom.... Dad.... NO! NO! NO! FUCK NO! In appearance, I look like a stone, no emotion, no nothing. Inside, I'm dying. I stand up with the files in my left hand.

"These are my parents. You're off the case now. Send the case over my office, at my agency. I need full forensics report, and all sent the soonest. We'll keep in touch. Have an easy one." I leave him there shocked and walking out all angry, not waiting for him to say another thing. Fucking shit! I'm the guilty one! I've killed my parents! Because of what I fucking do! No.... I can't.... I can't....

"Viv?" Stevie is standing up, still having tears and looks at me all hopeful.... I'm sorry, baby.... I'm so sorry.... Blame me.... I'm guilty for this.... I'm dead from now on....

"Let's go, baby. Stop crying! We don't solve anything with crying, baby.... I'm sorry...." I take him by his shoulders and go. He's going with me, wiping his tears with his hands and taking me with his right hand by my waist. He's getting strong now. I kiss his temple. "They'll pay.... You know they will...." I won't rest until they'll get their death sentences....

We are in the car now. I'm driving to our home. "Viv? What am I going to do now?" What? He's looking in front, worn out and heartbroken, but not crying anymore. He's in the blocked feelings stage.

"What do you mean?" I send him a look and I go back on the road.

"I don't want to live there alone now.... I can't.... Don't leave me there alone.... I have no one there now.... Viv...." He's looking at me with pleading watery eyes and grabbing my right hand. "Please, Viv.... Take me with you...." I won't leave you alone, kiddo.... You're my only family left.... Alright.... I'll take you to my place for now.... It's not like I have a personal life, and someone is waiting for me there. Not that I would want that.

"We'll go to my place, baby bro. I would never leave you alone. I was just trying to protect you guys...." And look what fucking happened.... SHIT! I caress his hair, and he releases a prolonged sight. He's manning up. I turn the car around and change the route to my place.

"Viv? There's something you don't know...." What? I look at him, but he's hesitant to tell me. He avoids my stare. What's the matter?

"There's a loan mom and dad took, without you knowing. And there's a collateral." I break the car mid road at this point. What did you say? What's that concerning? WHAT'S HAPPENING HERE?!

"Loan? Collateral? Stevie?" He turns his lost eyes at me. Don't make me nuts.... From your stare, it's not good news....

"Viv? Don't freak out.... OK." He swallows hard. Fucking tell me already.... Cars are honking behind us....

"A big investor they met last year. They've contracted 10 million for investments on a new company that has me and you as successors. They've messed up and the investment is failing. They were last night to get another investor to back up the monthly payments as they're a few months late. The investor is a guy our dad's age and said to dad five months ago that if he doesn't pay back as agreed, he wants you as...." WHAT?! ME?! AS WHAT?! This is madness....

"As what?!" I'm losing my temper now....

"As a wife for his son.... Dad signed the agreement.... The guy and his son are billionaires.... I'm sorry, Viv.... I couldn't tell you as dad interdicted me to.... He said he'll deal with it before reaching to you.... But now he's dead... Mom, too...." He's crying again. WHAT?! THAT ISN'T EVEN LEGAL! I'M A FUCKING ADULT! I DIDN'T CONSENT FOR THIS SHIT!

The second day, I went to see the bodies of my parents. I couldn't first time.... I needed to be alone, without Steven. I have seen corps, blood and the worst in my life, and had no problem, but to see your own, it's pain after pain. When I got out, I threw up in the parking lot and had the worst day of my entire fucking life. Nothing compares to seeing your own loved ones in such a state and dead.... And you can't do anything about it, just cry and have your heart torn into pieces.... I have no soul left, no heart, no nothing.... The only thing that anchors me to life right now is Stevie. Our parents were orphan, so we don't have other family members than us. We do have our own friends, but blood is one. No matter how much you bicker to one another, blood is a powerful bond which gives forgiveness and being there for each other all the way.

We had the funerals. From the family, only us two, and there were a suit of friends and business clients and associates who came to present their condolences and have their last goodbyes. The second most painful event in our lives....

My little brother is staying with me for the last two weeks. Yes, two weeks have passed since the death of our parents, and I have no lead to the ones who murdered them. It's a murder case. I don't know for what they had to suffer such a painful and sudden death.

I don't know what time it is, but it's morning. These two weeks were hell on earth as I had companies and missions to deal with. Today we have the meeting with our lawyer to read the will and settle all transfers to me and Stevie. The collateral? It's going to be discussed today as well. I have no problems over that. It's not fucking legal. They can't do shit to me. The lawyer has the contract over that and said we'll have it on the table to legally discuss on it today. No, I haven't seen it yet. I didn't give a fuck on it after Stevie told me. I was just overwhelmed by my parents' death that I overreacted.

I'm in my bedroom, dressed like last night as I had a mission, and I was beat tired to change. I came home at around three in the morning. I'm splashed over my bed, with my pillow in my arms and dead in my sleep. "Viv?" She's not here.... Go to sleep.... "Viv!" Stop shaking me.... I'm not going anywhere.... Let me droll on the pillow some more.... "Sis! The lawyer! It's today!" Stop yelling! I'm sleeping, not deaf! "Sis.... Come on.... Wake up...." I'll beat your fucking ass.... You go.... You said you're a man now.... Go and be a man and let your sister sleep.... I'm making the money and you go and deal with the other shit.... Done.... Responsibilities shared.... "Sis? Who's Monroe? He said he's...." What?! Not another fucking mission! I open my eyes and grab my phone from his hand, now seated on the bed, raking my fingers through my unruly hair as I always have it in the morning, yawning....

"Coffee, bro.... Coffee.... Fast...." I'm reading the message. 'Meeting. I need you. I'm at the hotel. Private.' Yeah....

"Here. All ready." I take the cup from him, looking on the phone still, as I have to reply. 'I'll be there. 8 pm.' "Another mission? Viv? You worry me with all this.... You were last night too? You came in late. Please.... Don't go anymore, sis. You're the only one I've got now...."

I move me webbed, sleepy eyes at him, closing my left eye, as I'm so fucking tired and the sunlight really fucks my eye. He's all dressed up, in a suit. He's one grown man. Stevie is tall with dark chocolate wavy short hair, we share same eyes, and well-built for his age. When did you grow so tall and handsome, little bro? I'm so fucking aging.... You were so fucking small 18 years ago....

"Stop nagging.... You look like a little man, baby bro." I stand up and stroke his shoulder. "Thanks for the coffee." I take a sip, give it back to him, and go for a shower and change of clothes. Kiddo....

"I'm not little! I'm taller than you now!" Still a fucking kid in my eyes... Baby bro.... He's yelling at my back while I'm already in the bathroom and smiling.

After some, I don't know, 15 minutes sleeping under the shower, with my forehead on the shower's wall, I wash up and change into clean clothes. I have a black, long top, tailored to my body, a pair of black jeans leggings type, a black leather jacket within my waist, my flat black leather shoes, have some BB-cream on my face, and I'm ready to zombie around. And a touch of perfume which always makes me sneeze after I put it on. My black shades are on. I have sensitive eyes to sunlight when I wake up.

"Let's go, Stevie.... I can't wait to finish it and come back to sleep some more.... I can't fucking keep my eyes opened...." I would sleep for a month....

I take the car keys, purse, and off the door to go through this hell as well. Everything connected to our parents gives us more pain and remembering our loss.

"Sis!" What?! What's more?! I turn around to look at him. What did I forget? "You haven't brushed your hair.... It's all.... Puffed...." He breaks into laughter. I'll beat your ass if you laugh one more time.... Try for a day to be in my fucking shoes and see how that goes.... I ignore him and go back to arrange my hair.

Vivian's POV:

In about an hour, we are in our lawyer's office, Mr. Jerry Kolnick. He's an ordinary looking man, around 50, short and plump. He drags a bit his left foot, round glasses, and chestnut hair. He's our lawyer for the last 15 years. All legal documents go through this guy from our side.

"Hey, Vivian! Stevie! Take a seat." He's happy to see us. "I'm sorry for your parents.... I'm at a loss of words to express how hard it was for us, too." He's flushed with sadness now. Yeah.... You guys were close, too....

"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....