A/N- Hey guys! Since my first post was a little taste. I completed the chapter and posted it here. Leah's part is the same but I've added Jacob's POV also. I created a prologue so make sure you read it. I'm quite proud of it.

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Aeternum Vetita

Chapter 2

Leah's POV

I've been having these dreams. Weird ones. Ones where I die and never come back. That's it. And then I wake up, go through my day like some fucked continuos cycle, go back to sleep and have the fucking dreams. But this dream was different.

This time the killer wasn't a person or thing. It was love. My ultimate fear. everything was beautiful and amazing one moment and then the next...

I was dead.

Staring up at the ceiling, I wondered what subliminal message my mind was trying my heart. Be careful? Don't fall in love? Well if that was it, my mind had nothing to be worried about. I was not interested. At all.

I've seen the effects of "love" in my household. And if it was anything like my parents seemed to portray. Trust me, I don't fucking want it.

In this life.

In this household.

In this town.

Fuck, in this whole fucking city, there is no love.

Only hatred and...rivalry.

I'm scared to...love. Scared to love something and then in turn have it taken from me only never to be returned.

Staring up at the cerulean ceiling I had painted myself. I wondered was love as much of a curse as it was a blessing?

"Oh god." I groaned covering my face with my forearm and rolling back into my covers. All these thoughts were exhausting my mind. I mean I shouldn't be thinking about these things. I mean I'm sixteen years old, well not officially but almost.

"Knock, knock." I hear my mother say in her signature sing song voice, walking through my door with a stack of pancakes with candles stabbed into them. I internally rolled my eyes as my whole family pretty much invaded my room.

I watched as they all compiled around my queen sized bed with huge smiles on their faces. I sat up so my mom could place the food tray over my lap. Before I could even say anything, everyone erupted into:

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DEAR LEAH!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!"

Once the finished everyone erupted into applause and told me to make a wish. Before I could even stop myself from thinking, I closed my eyes and made my wish.

I want Love. Something worth dying for.

"What'd you wish for?" My mom asked rubbing my calf soothingly over the covers with a smile on my face.

Swallowing the words that were desperate to leave my mouth, I looked up at her, running my hands through my black raven colored hair and smiled softly.

"For fate to be forever in my favor."

Jacob's POV

Everytime I see a child on the street, I envy them. I envy those lucky little bastards.

All of 'em. Little fuckers.

They have a choice. Where I have none.

They call me the Prince.

I'm next in line for the throne. The throne of what, you ask.

Well, I'll fucking tell you.

Black Enterprises.

Formerly known as Blackwater & Company.

A Miami based business originated from the blood, sweat and tears of my great grandfather, Ephraim Black. In 1947, he and a trusted companion formed a one of the first hotels on Ocean's Drive. It was called the Blackwater Hotel.

Named after the partnership held between my grandfather and his best friend since birth:

Harold Clearwater II. A.K.A the Traitor.

They're partnership lasted a long 35 years before they're empire began to crumble.

They practically built South Beach from the ground up, owning the whole city and making Ocean's Drive what it is to this day.

Until one day it all ended. No one knows the reason. Only the consequences of their actions.

On April 29th 1982, My grandfather was found murdered in his penthouse suite. No prints, no suspects, no justice.

A "mystery".

But we have our suspicions.

The day after the murder, Harold Clearwater along with his wife and kids fell off the map, leaving the city of South Beach to us.

Until recently that is. They made a return in 1992, with a new CEO of their new company, Clearwater Enterprises.

Harry Clearwater III.

And he came back with a vengeance. Apparently his father had been shot and killed the exact same day my grandfather had, of the next year.

No prints, no suspects, no justice.

Another "mystery".

But they had there suspicions.

We all did.

When Harry II returned to Miami, my father received a subpoena stating he was to be summoned in court in a case titled.

"Harry Clearwater II Vs. William Black."

Once in court, Harry demanded that the judge divide the city of Miami into two North and South. He stated that since his father helped build this city, they rightfully owned it.

Technically they already did. But in a business such as this, when a partner has gone M.I.A there's no time to wait for a return. We took it over.

And that what was argued.

The trial lasted a total of six months before the jury came to a conclusion.

Miami would be divided into two parts.

North Miami was Clearwater territory.

South Miami was Black territory.

No one ever crossed, no one ever communicated,no one ever saw one another. And if they did. Well they were fucking dead.

The game has changed since my grandfather created this empire.

Ocean's Drive was divided as well, seeing as that was the first street our families created and that was where all our top hotels and night clubs were held, we shared.

And that's where the problem lies.


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