[A/N] Hey guys here is the first chapter of my new story! Now, I know what you're thinking; bloody hell nic! You have five unfinished stories and you want to write a NEW one? Are you mad, woman? Well, sorry. I just had to write this down before I lose the idea.I don't own the characters, hope you enjoy and please review! XD

The thing about being the only son of one of the top three most powerful Mafia leaders in the world was that Perseus Jackson could do anything he wanted and get everything that he wished with a simple click of his fingers or wave of his hand.

It was an accepted, albeit an unspoken fact that this man never accepts the word 'no'. The fact that his father Posiedon Jackson, a prominent and wealthy businessman who controls nearly anything under the sea and everything on it during morning and a leader of the Seven Seas Mafia in underground New York at night, doesn't hurt either when dealing with people who actually had the guts to stand up to him.

Percy had been raised in a way that most people would find intimidating and, perhaps even sinful. His father ran into a tight spot just after he was born and hightailed it out of there, leaving his wife, Sally Jackson to look after him with barely a penny in her wallet. To make ends meet, she married Gabe Ugliano who abused Percy for as long as he could remember. To help his mother when Gabe turned out to be a mere leech, Percy learned to be street-wise and at just fifteen years old, he was one of the most infamous gang leaders in the city. No small feat.

Spotting his talent, the once again successful Poseidon returned to take his son under his wing as a sector leader of the Seven Seas Mafia. Albeit hesitant at first, Percy went far beyond expectations and now at the age of twenty two co-runs Seven Seas Mafia with his father.

With such a formidable foe, who would dare stand up to this man? In all his years of work, there was just one.\

…

Their first meeting was an accident. Percy and his long-time bodyguard drove by in a part of New York City that was small and run-down, making it a perfect meeting place for illegal dealings. He was supposed to have a meeting with one of his father's associate, a contact from China, and Nico had chosen to take that route as to avoid traffic in the highway. Everything was going along well.

Almost.

There was a loud bursting sound before the limo lurched and came to a stop. Nico glanced at the side mirror and frowned. "Mr Jackson, sir, I think we have a flat tire." Said man barely looked up from the newspaper in his hands. "I though you said we'd get to the hotel earlier if we take this route."

Nico swallowed. "I'm really sorry. Something must have pricked the tire. I'll go and fix it right away."

"Excellent idea," Percy agreed. He glanced at him, green eyes glinting. "And make it fast." Nico nodded and quickly got out. Percy took the opportunity to pick up his phone and dialed his father's number.

"Father, it's me… yes, something came up and we'll probably be a little late…" Percy frowned, listening. "Yes, of course, I understand… I'm terribly sorry father, but I'll make sure we'll be able to catch up with him. Yes, I know. Alright."

Frowning as he shut the phone, he glanced at his watch, feeling suddenly impatient. This was his one chance to impress his father. He sure wasn't going to let this thing screw up right in front of him. He got out of the car.

"Nico, is this going to take long?" Percy asked as he watched the older man open a toolbox and take out a wrench. "I just have to change this tire sir," Nico gestured. "This will just take a few minutes."

"Few minutes," Percy echoed. He pursed his lips. "Very well. Just do it fast." Nico nodded and went back to work. Percy watched him for a moment before he sighed heavily and started to walk away.

Percy wandered round aimlessly for a couple of minutes, looking for nothing in particular. A few moments later and he finally caught sight of a small, barely noticeable coffee shop on the corner of the street. He glimpsed inside and saw that it was deserted, having no customers. Perfect.

The small bell at the top of the door jingled as Percy entered, and he momentarily enjoyed the warm ambiance that greeted him when he stepped inside. He took a look around, taking in with fond amusement the simple plastic and wooden furnishings around him. It was like that feel-good show on TV he had seen a long time ago. How quaint, he mused.

He purposefully walked towards the seemingly empty counter, wondering who would be taking his order when he caught sight of a blonde ponytail sticking up form behind the register. He cleared his throat.

A young woman with wide grey eyes looked up from the book she had been reading and stared at him. For a moment, there was an awkward silence as they had a silent staring contest. "Your order, sir?" she finally asked, as she stood and settled the book on the table beside the cash register. Percy glanced around, searching for a menu.

"What do you serve?" he asked when he saw none.

"Coffee. Tea. Juice. Snacks. Pasteries." She blinked at him, waiting.

"A black coffee then," he decided. "With no sugar."

The girl nodded and turned around as she began to prepare his drink. Percy sat down on the chair in front of the register, resting his arms on the counter. Not a moment later, she returned with a blue porcelain mug with the steaming coffee. "So," he began as the girl sat down behind the register and picked up her book. "Is this place always this… quiet?"

The girl eyed him warily. "Well, mostly people come here during breakfast or tea. You just missed the last part of the rush." "Ah." Percy nodded and took a sip. She scrutinised him carefully. "Are you new here?" she asked. "I haven't seen you around before."

He flashed her his signature charming smile. "Just passing by. My car broke down and I'm waiting for my driver to fix it." He glanced at his watch. "We'll be late for a meeting, actually, if he doesn't hurry up."

"Oh, right." She paused. "So, why don't you help him then? The job would get done faster." He also paused, as if in a shocked silence. "Why should I?"

"Why shouldn't you?" She asked, forehead furrowing in confusion.

"Because that's part of his job. I'm paying him to serve me," he replied pleasantly, as if this was something that every person should have. "Hnn." She blinked her eyes at him. "So you're that kind," she said under her breath, returning her attention to her thick book that looked like an encyclopedia.

He raised an eyebrow, hairs on his neck bristling slightly. "What do you mean?"

"You're probably some rich bastard, aren't you?" she asked, not bothering to look up. "Think you're all that." Clearly, this girl has no idea who she is talking to, Percy thought amusedly. "Rich, yes. A bastard," he smiled. "I certainly hope not."

She glanced at him for a moment before shrugging. "Well," she said distantly, turning the page of her book, "it's not really any of my business and I frankly don't give a shit." Percy stared.

He wondered if she could still be this casual if she ever knew who she was dealing with right now. He took a calm sip of his coffee. And why not? He decided, putting the mug down. He was bored and there was obviously nothing else to do but be entertained by this strange and amusing creature.

"I'm Percy, by the way," he said, looking at her reaction intently. "Persus Jackson."

She nodded. "Hnn. Interesting name. Nice to meet you," she murmured absent-mindedly, nodding again as she turned the page of her book.

Maybe she didn't hear him correctly.

Percy blinked and tried again. "You must have heard about me," he began, "I'm the – " "No," she said, not bothering to look up. "I haven't heard anything about you or your name." Well. This was certainly something unusual. This was the first time in Percy's memory that the Jackson name failed to scare the lining daylights out of someone. Even if they mistook him for a relative of Michael Jackson that would still be a better response than this. He stared at her, as if she had suddenly grown antlers out of her head. It didn't take long for her to notice his intense gaze resting on her. She glanced at him. "Why?" She finally asked, quirking a corner of her mouth upwards in a small smirk, seemingly invisible to the eye. "Are you supposed to be famous?"

He adjusted his glasses. Infamous was probably a more appropriate term. "Something like that."

She frowned, squinting at him. "I'm quite sure don't know you," she said after a minute of scrutiny. "Are you a superstar? Because honestly, you don't look like one."

And now she was insulting him too? Percy was torn between amusement and dismay. "Do I look that ugly?"

"No, no! Of course not. It's just that, you don't look like someone who enjoys being in the spotlight." She paused. "I think you'd do prefer being behind the scenes."

Silence reigned.

"What makes you say that?" Percy asked, blinking. She shrugged. "Just stating my opinion. No need to pay attention to little, unimportant me." She said, turning a page. Percy's gaze fell on the title of the book she's reading.

"You're an architect," he observed, gesturing slightly at the architecture book in her hands. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. "Yes, I am."

"Why are you stuck in this shop then? Don't you have any buildings to design?"

She sighed. "I don't have work today, as you can see. And I do try to help around here so my dad can take a break. And also, I'm only an intern so no big important projects for me. Heck, I haven't even seen any plans."

He nodded. "I see. And where is your father?"

"I don't know," she answered, sounding bored. "Probably with his girlfriend."

"Right." He paused and eyed her critically. "So I suppose you're one of those people who want to get rich too. Architecture is a lucrative business, isn't it? As long as you can find the right job and have the talent or brains, that is." "I want to design homes and buildings for the people who need them."

"Well you won't get much money that way, will you? They won't pay much and since all the best architects are the ones who work for the major firms, they will just settle for anyone who can make a building that can stand for a couple of years."

"They settle because no one wants to help them. They don't have enough fees in the first place and hardly anyone volunteers to help, even with the knowledge that what they pay is all that they can afford. And that is why I want to help them."

Silence.

"Ah," he said, calmly taking a sip of his coffee. "So, you're that kind."

She narrowed her piercing grey eyes. "What do you mean?"

He looked at her solemnly. "You're probably some humanitarian who thinks only about the good of others, aren't you?"

She arched an eyebrow. "And I suppose you're the type who thinks that being in a mafia is one grave sin," Percy continued, raising an eyebrow. "And that anyone who does not follow the law deserves to be punished, and all that bull?"

She blinked again, her lips curling in a frown. "Isn't that just the right thing to do? That is why we have laws to follow. To have order," she finally answered. He smiled at her. "Of course," he said, nodding seriously but somewhat mockingly. "You're absolutely right."

Her frown deepened. "Why do I get the feeling that you are mocking me?" she asked, narrowing her eyes. "I have no idea." He smiled faintly again before drinking the last of his coffee.

The bell jingled again and both glanced at the opening door of the store.

"Mr Jackson, sir," Nico said as he walked towards the young master. "The tire is fixed. We can leave now."

"Very well." Percy stood up and reached for his wallet. He paused and took out a large note. "Here," he said, handing her the payment. She cashed it in and was about to count his change, when he stopped her.

"Keep the change," he told her. She looked at him. "Are you sure?"

"Of course."

"Okay, thank you," she said blinking, pressing some buttons on the register. Percy nodded at Nico, who walked out the door. "You know," he began and she glanced at him, "you were really interesting."

She paused. "I suppose you were interesting too," she said slowly. "In an annoying kind of way," she added under her breath. His lips tugged into a smirk. "Thank you," he said. "I'll take that as a compliment."

She shrugged. He walked to the door and stopped just as the bell on top jingled again.

"What's your name?" he asked. "Annabeth." She blinked. "Annabeth Chase."

He gave her a vague smile. "I'll remember that," he said before closing the door behind him, leaving a slightly confused blonde staring at his wake.

END OF CHAPTER