A/N: Before I begin...

HAPPY NEW YEAR, EVERYONE! :D

I hope everyone is well and had a very Merry Christmas (and Happy Holidays). My goal for my current stories is to re-write/re-edit. I might remove them for the time being so I can work on them elsewhere and then re-post them. That's my plan right now. It's going to be a slow-going process, of course, but that's how writing goes. Onto the next subject...

I just want to make a point on trolling. Trolling is a form of cyber bullying and here, on FanFiction, it's going to happen hands down. I want other writers to know that if you feel like you did one hell of a good job on your story then you did a good job! You're going to have those people who are going to be major assholes and make you feel like crap for the work you put out there. They are going to do everything in their power to tear you apart. Don't let them! You're just letting them win! They are going to bullshit their way into your mind! Not acknowledging them will tick them off and, trust me, you'll feel more in control. Delete their comments/reviews and you'll feel better.

I got trolled on one of my completed pieces tonight and, honestly, I was expecting it. Because I was expecting it, it didn't bother me in the least. I actually approved the reviews, too. The last comment (as of this post-which FF will more than likely remove) made by the guest reviewer-which is my next point-was very uncalled for, though it's typical of a cyber bully to make such a move. I won't go into details here (look in the reviews for "Shape Up or Shape Out if you're curious) but that reviewer made a blind judgement about someone they have no knowledge of. I could have refuted their words but that would have made the situation worse. I am who I am and do what I do. My job isn't the best job or the best paying but serving my elderly residents and conversing with them brings me such joy. I write stories because I enjoy it. I never claimed to be a very good writer but there are others who enjoy my writing too and, so, I write for their entertainment and it makes me happy to see their kind words.

Cyberbullies do what they do because they lack real joy in their lives. They will hide their identities and go around trolling as a 'guest' of a website. They feel like they're powerful because of this and can get away with tormenting other people. What they perceive as power is actually cowardice. I feel sorry for these people because they get pleasure out of abusing others. It's hard NOT to judge these people because of their vicious words and actions. Even as I write this, there's a chance I'll get a review that might say that everything in this post is bullshit and that it's a lie to get sympathy (the chance of such a review is likely). I totally get it. We're human and have a tendency to judge others. If we meet them with compassion, it'll more than likely throw them off.

"My stance on this subject is to not acknowledge these people since, as you well know, we can't respond to guest reviews on this site. So for those of you who have been trolled, keep your heads up and march on. Let your imagination run away with you!

Cheers!

Well, everyone, I'm going to re-introduce this story to fan fiction again. Gonna be adding some stuff here and there and trying to work on character personalities. The plot won't exactly be like Pride and Prejudice (this IS fan fiction, after all) but I'm hoping to capture some elements. If you guys don't like this story, that's okay! If you feel like you can help me improve, by all means please contact me and tell me what needs to be done. Constructive criticism is necessary to making improvements.

Anyway, onto the show!

Jenna's POV

Life as a mafia princess can be really glamorous. I get to go to all these fancy parties and mingle with all of the other mob girls. They are fabulous! However, the guys are even more fabulous. Deadly and sexy, us girls get together and we would check them out. We would gossip about what they were known for and how much money they had. As much as I liked checking men out, there was no one out of the bunch that really caught my interest. I do like to flirt from time to time, but not enough to lead the guys on. I'm not that stupid, nor that shallow (although I do have those moments, I won't lie about that) Besides, none of the guys have the guts to approach me. Why? My father, Tobias Williams, is the most powerful gangster boss in Manhattan and the most feared. Father could easily eliminate an entire gang with the flick of his hand. His gang was the largest in the city and there is no one to oppose him...save one family.

The Bryant family was rival to the Williams family and it had been that way for years. The respective patriarchs had been at each other's throats for close to forty years. They had gang wars that spanned those forty years and a lot of blood had been spilled over drug territories and the right to claim weapons, etc. The Bryant family had a gang just as large as ours and still do to this day, according to my father Recently, they had decided to mend the rift and become allies. Don't get me wrong, they still have rivalry tendencies when it came to competition but it's more friendly and brotherly. The second-in-command, Lee Bryant, the son of Desmond Bryant (current gangster boss of his clan), isn't so friendly.

Lee Bryant is as handsome as he is cold. He is a true gangster and he is just as feared and respected as his father. My father has actually seen him in action before and he said that he wouldn't mind having him as a son-in-law. As his only child, he was looking to marry me off to an influential family in the mafia world and, in this case, he wants me married off to Lee Bryant. As much as I love my father, I don't think I could take spending one minute with that cold-hearted man. He was quiet and proud. He refused to mingle with people that were considered below his standards. Every time that I was forced to speak with him, he took on a really cold and detached attitude. Other times, he was rude and arrogant. I have spent most of the night keeping away from him. My girlfriends thought I was mentally challenged, which earned them a scathing look from me.

"Jen," Mina, a friend of mine, said. "Lee Bryant is one of the sexiest men alive in the world. How can you not want that fine piece of art?"

"He's rude and a jerk." I reply simply. "You can have him."

My friend simply rolled her eyes, saying that I would look really good on his arm. Now, I had to roll my eyes at this. Mina seems to live in a fantasy world and considers herself a matchmaker. She is a really good friend to have, though, and we often had girls' night out together whenever we could get away from our respective bodyguards. Most of the time, though, we would spend nights together at each others houses. It's really great fun, all in all. In a world like the criminal underworld, it's nice to have a friend that you can really trust. She's the only woman in this world that I could trust. The other girls that I hang out with, I don't trust at all. I've seen them back stab a lot of other people in the name of the mafia gang they are affiliated with. Mina is the only woman that tries to keep herself distance from criminal activities. So do I.

That's the whole downside to being part of the mafia world. For every pro, there is a con. Life can be glamorous but it's dangerous almost 100 percent of the time. I was at home one time by myself and the house was raided by the Feds. I wasn't trained in self-defense or on how to handle such situations so I ended up getting carted to an interrogation room somewhere in Manhattan. The one thing that I did learn was that silence could be a very good weapon and, of course, I knew my rights. After making a call to my father that day, I had a lawyer within twenty minutes and got out of that place. After that incident, my father trained me to become self-reliant. One day, he told me, he would leave this Earth and it would be a crime if he didn't teach me to be independent.

And look at me now.

I run my hands through my wavy locks of black hair, drawing a lot of male attention. Mina taught me this trick once when I turned thirteen and it had great results when it came to getting guys. Too bad that, this time, I only did it out of habit. I like the feel of my own hair. Is that so wrong? I quickly run my fingers through my hair, undoing whatever knots and tangles that formed when Mina lets out an excited gasp. I wasn't sure if my dress had gotten messed up or had a stain on it (my black gown is close to three thousand dollars, damn it). I would hate to mess up such a beautiful and expensive dress that my father got me for this event. Mina complimented it earlier, stating how it beautifully clung to my body and showed off my light curves. I told her that she was crazy and that my curves are non-existent. She intends on proving me wrong. How? I'm not exactly sure...

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"The man approaching you is what's wrong." She replies with a giggle.

I turn around and come face to face with none other than Lee Bryant himself.