Daddy's Little Mob Princess : : : : : : : :

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: : : : : : : : : : Public Enemy #1's Son

New York 1930s-1940s: A Time When They Put 'Sin' In Business

Sugar Queenie Motta- Daddy's little princess and middle child of the Motta Clan who dreams of more

Rory Flanagan- The small boy with a big voice, who dreams of Broadway instead of Killing

James Motta- Sugar's older brother who wants to fight for his country than be next to run the 'family businesses

Ester Flanagan- the middle child who wants to be the leader of daddy's business

Tiffany 'Taffy' Audrey Motta- The youngest Motta and half-sister to Sugar and James

Seamus Flanagan- Rory's younger brother who looks up to his brother; He doesn't know Rory's Broadway Dream

Al Motta- Daddy with big guns

Brendan Flanagan- Rory's strict father

Gemma Rosemary Motta- Sugar's new mother

My little eyelids flutter open like little butterflies on a new spring morning. My nose tickles to the smell of freshly baked scones, perfume, and roses. I am such a poet!

Tonight, Daddy is welcoming, Frank, as a new member of the mob because his father was shot in the arm. Of course there is a big party so I'm going to search for the best outfit with Taffy, my chocolate haired half-sister.

I dress into a white lace blouse and a knee length dusty rose skirt. Topping it off with black flower headband and Mary Jane's I looked like I was a dream. And everyone needs a sweet spoon full of Sugar.

Trotting down the stairs I see my lovely family plus Gemma, my new mother, whom I'm supposed to love. I don't see what daddy sees in her though; all I see is a pale face, a glossy bob, and a cold heart. Pretty and powerful yes, but loving isn't her best quality. Then again, it was an arranged marriage

I kiss their heads as I walk along "Hey daddy, Taffy and James! And hi to you, Gemma." She nods

"So darling," starts Gemma with that English accent of hers' "Are you going shopping today?"

"Yes, Taffy and I are going to Madison Square to look for the dress we're going to wear to the party tonight."

"I'm not coming! I'm sick!" says Taffy pleased with herself; she was never the one for big parties.

"Then, I'm going by myself then. Daddy, when is the party?"

"It's at nine sweetie, but we'll be arriving at the party at nine thirty."

"But be home sooner, and don't talk to anyone, Maxwell Flanagan is back in town and his son is with him, after studying abroad at a prep school. Or at least that's what rumors say. Just watch your back." Says my 'loving' step-mother

I nod and go out to hail a cab. The first store I hit is Chanel. There I find a dress that looks like Audrey Hepburn's dress in 'Sabrina', then a gorgeous lace dress that is all dusty rose pink colored with a white ribbon. Up next is Shabby Apple, a poor person store favorite of mine. Oh, they now have a collection of a book I LOVE! The 'Alice in Wonderland' collection has an adorable white tulle dress, which screams 'Married' rather than 'Party', but I finally find the right dress- a blue baby doll dress with tulle and a silver bow, and short so I could show off my sexy legs. Cute! I pay for the dress and exit Shabby Apple, but instead of walking out peacefully I bump into someone and fall to the ground.

"Watch it!" I want to scream but I look at his face, which is cute as baby.

"Sorry I-I am such a klutz." I say nervously. Am I blushing? Why am I nervous? Why am I questioning myself? I must be on drugs.

"That's alright I wasn't looking were I was going, although I don't know how I missed you, Doll Face." Is he flirting? God, he's cute.

"That's okay I don't know how I missed you, either. Wait! Is that an Irish accent?"

"Yes."

"That is so hot." Did I say that OUT LOUD? OMigod word vomit, what is wrong with me?

"Uh… Thanks?"

"Sorry, Asperger's. Self- diagnosed, so that means I can say whatever I what. Like a diplomat's daughter." Stupid Asperger's.

"Cute and smart, you're like a two in one package."

"And you're hot and charming…. And you have an accent. Hot. Are you a leprechaun?"

"No?" For whatever reason I kissed him (I must be on drugs or something. I knew Gemma's tea was drugging me! Her drinks always made me dizzy; is it because of drugs or is her cooking just bad? (Great... more word vomit… and I'm questioning myself… blame it on the drugs)

Sparks. Fireworks. Shining Stars. 3

Oh no, am I in love? No, I can't be, I was trained love isn't good for Mottas. I can't fall in love; I mean that's whythe Motta Mafia has arranged marriages. We're like Spartans- we don't care if a person dies as long as you're still in power.

"Oh! Sorry!" I said and quickly ran off but he catches my arm

"Don't be- I enjoyed it." And he pulled me into another enchanting kiss.

After that long (steamy) kiss, we told each other to meet at a café, Esme Enchantment. I love that place! He must be my soul-mate.

After all, it takes a lot of heat for Sugar to melt.

I dress into my lavishing dress. I sprit myself with a perfume called, Sweet Dreams and hurry on down. Gemma (shockingly) is in a short dress covered with diamonds and Taffy's dress is a golden color with a silk white ribbon. Quinn is here and my darling cousin looks like an angel with all that tulle and sparkle. Smiling, the two of us enter the limo which drives us around the city that never sleeps, which is bright and fancy as always. But I wasn't focused on the masked city that was my kingdom. No, I was focused on Quinn's never dying smile as if she knew something I didn't. But that's impossible; we shared everything because we had embarrassing stories about each other and dirt only we knew.

Unconsciously, fidgeting with the hem of my dress, I enter the party. The party is bursting with happiness, everyone has their bellies filled with alcohol, minds intoxicated with fun, but Frank and everyone stared at me like Quinn did in the limo. It was weird; the smell of expensive wine and 'cheap' perfume must be getting to me

"Quinn, what's going on? Everyone's staring at me."

"All the members and dons are planning their revenge on the Flannagans'."

"Yeah, I know but everyone is staring at me."

"They're jealous of your dress, Chocolate."

"Angel, why do we hate them again?" She knew everything, so I always went to her for advice

"Cookie, we've just been at their throats for years, and you know men don't like change." answers Mercedes who walks past us grabbing Quinn. Yes, all my nicknames are some type of desert, get over it.

I start to dance with Frank (who by the way, dances as well as a bump on a log), and Gemma motions me to come over.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" she said with her (obnoxious) accent dripping with poison

"Yes, why?" I grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing-by waiter

"Are you getting along with Frank?" she asked ignoring me

"He's okay-"

"Good." And with that she elegantly swayed away as if she owned the world.

Odd. I'm going to own the world, not her.

Gemma went in front of the room, cued the musicians to stop playing, and rang her glass with a spoon.

"Everyone, I've got a big announcement to make." Everyone stopped and their eyes were locked on her. I just sipped on my drink; whatever it was it wasn't important.

"As you know, Allan's son, Frank is entering our business. But before he can become in the business fully, he must marry." I didn't know that, I wonder who the girl is. I wish her the best; Frank annoys me with his I'm-gonna-be King-one-day personality.

"So, he shall be marrying my step-daughter, Miss Sugar Motta!" My heart stopped beating. I choked on my drink and spit it back into the glass. What? I'm fifteen hardly a woman, they can't do this, not after meeting that Irish heart- throb.

I dance alone just swaying because my mind is on the wedding until people started to flock around the dinner table; the meeting is starting! I squeeze a seat between Daddy and James and vaguely pay attention to the plans; I don't need to, I'm a girl! All we really need to do is look pretty, and act like a doll (I don't think paying attention (much) to the plans makes a mafia wife).

But one thing caught my attention.

Frank's father, Allen held up a picture of our enemy's son.

It was the guy who made me melt.

And his name was Rory.

Rory Flanagan.

Nice Name.

Rory means red, it's fitting.

That's the same color as the blood that will be spilled.

A/N: I don't own anything but the idea (sort of). Anyway Rory is American, but he studied abroad in Ireland. His point of view is next.

Sugar's dress: Runway/Ready-to-Wear/Spring-2010-RTW/JENNY-PACKHAM/JENNY-PACKHAM/%28imageIndex%29/25#mode=fullscreen;slide=1;

Gemma's dress: Runway/Ready-to-Wear/Spring-2010-RTW/JENNY-PACKHAM/JENNY-PACKHAM/%28imageIndex%29/25#mode=base;slide=25;

Taffy's dress: Runway/Ready-to-Wear/Spring-2010-RTW/JENNY-PACKHAM/JENNY-PACKHAM/%28imageIndex%29/25#mode=base;slide=9;

Q: Runway/Ready-to-Wear/Spring-2010-RTW/JENNY-PACKHAM/JENNY-PACKHAM/%28imageIndex%29/25#mode=base;slide=8;

Random thought: Scruffy Irish bear