Chapter 3
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They walked up to the apartment she stopped at her door she said "thanks"
he smiled genuinely and said "it okay" she gets out her keys she smiled he said "I'll just go"
he headed down the hall to his place she said "Angel"
he turned "yeah"
she opened the door "you want to come in a minute"
he said "are you sure… you don't want to kick my ass or nothing"
she giggled "no… try anything then I'll kill you"
he said "okay just wanted to be clear" she stepped aside he came in and she shut the door.
He said looking around the place "nice place you got here"
she said "yeah… I got it, it nice quiet for me" she headed into her bedroom he stayed were her was she said "what were you doing"
he said "I just happened to come along"
she said "and how is that exactly"
he said "we were at the club you left I had been there a while plus I was board so I thought I would head home"
she came back out a few minutes later, in white night gown hair down in a loose ponytail to one side and her robe hanging open, no make up she looked like a young girl. She said "thanks for coming when you did"
he said "oh don't tell me the all mighty kick ass Annabelle couldn't handle three guys"
she said "no… I could have handled them, I just prefer not to it can get rather messy" she looked down and up at him thinking "you said those were your fathers boys"
he said "yeah"
she said "now look who's got secrets"
he said "well you didn't tell about yours"
she said "tu sha"
he said "yeah well a few year back my mother and young sister was kill, I moved out and that all I want to say"
she smirked "okay… tomorrow, how about I come to your place and you tell me your secret and I'll tell you mine"
he didn't know why but he thought a minute giving her a look and said "okay, it's a deal"
she walked him to the door she smiled "goodnight Angel"
he said stepping out and smiling at her "goodnight Anne" she watched him walk down the hell and go into his apartment.
Buffy woke up to pounding on the door she said "great" she got up looking at the clock, 7:30 she said "I'm killing who ever it is at this door." She went to the door looked out rolling her eyes when saw Pike her father's assistant,
she opened it "what the hell do you want"
he said "boss wants to see you… Now"
she said "oh I'm so scared"
he said "you should be he's very mad… so fix you pretty little ass up and get your but downstairs you have…"
she grabbed him by the collar glaring at him "I have what, don't even dare time me"
he said "fine… just get your self fix up and get the hell downstairs, the cars waiting." She slammed him across into the wall facing her apartment and slammed the door. She got ready and headed out the limo was waiting she got in when the chauffer opened the door.
She got to her fathers she went in and slammed the door "what the hell is it now"
he said "I know about last night"
she said "what about last night"
he said "you were attacked" s
he said "yeah and I handle it"
he said "LOOK… you're my oldest daughter"
she said rolling her eyes "daughter of a mob boss, next in line to take over… a primo target for all other mob bosses, yeah, yeah, yeah, been there… heard that"
he said "well you don't act like it"
she said "look I can handle myself… and my god dad every time something goes wrong don't wake me up at 7 in the morning to come here, there things called phones… use them"
he said "if you remember there all tapped"
she said "yeah dad… whatever"
he got up "Buffy… I know things have been hard sense" she looked at her feet "but this will be better I promise…. You work hard enough now when you get my spot it will be smooth sailing, but it takes time…" he put his hands on her shoulders "and patience"
she looked up at him "okay dad"
he smiled "that's my princess" she smiled.
That night Buffy went over to Angel's she had picked up Chinese she knocked and he answered, he was in his bathrobe he had just gotten out of the shower,
she said "is this a bad time"
he smiled "no… come in, what do you have"
she said "didn't know if you had eaten so I picked up some take out" she came in he went in back to put on some clothes. She said "looks like you have a nice place too"
he had all types of art and chinises screens and everything everywhere, she was checking out a painting on the wall of a field in Europe somewhere when he returned dressed
she said "this is nice" she looked at him "did you paint this"
he smiled "I don't like to brag… but yeah" he took the food in the kitchen, and plated it, it was five different things he brought it back placing them on the table, she took a fork and tasted a bit of each but she noticed he had chop sticks, they were black and red with a gold pattern going around them
she said "where did you get those"
he said "in china, I went there the summer after I graduated from college"
she said "how old are you"
he said "if I told you, you would have to tell me"
she said "anyone told you, you never ask a lady her age"
he said "if I tell you, you have to tell me"
she said "deal"
he said "26"
she said "well I'm 22"
he said "okay now it's time to get down to business, tell me about yourself Annabelle" she didn't know why but she felt that she could trust him and so she told him everything.
An hour later after all the food was gone and half a bottle of scotch they lounged on the couch, she said "I told you my story you tell me yours"
he said "okay, full name Liam David Johansson I was born 1975, to Henry and Katherine Johansson, my mother Katherine was killed November 25th 2000, by the family enemy the Italian Mob leader Hank Bandicetti, ever sense that day my father had a death warrant out for the hole family. I wasn't surprised that my mother was killed, Katherine Johansson was after all the beautiful Wife of the second most powerful mob boss not only in the West Coast, But the United States. Adam Johansson, great, great, great, great grandfather had been the most powerful boss in Ireland- in control of every racket in Galway, Dublin, and Bellfast, he had lived there all his life, and was born into the family business in Galway, Ireland he had started out fair and legitimate- he had seen to many good men die at home from the Mafia Vendettas, But it had, for Adam, a proud man, to pay protection money to the boss in Cork, Ireland the time. He killed and itallian player and got the ball rolling, and that started the first war between the Irish mob. Years it went on the wars went on from generation to generation, it was a big mess, when they got word that the Italians were spreading over into the states they got my great, great grandfather to head over" she said "please don't tell me your great grandfather was Richard Johansson. He nodded, "yes, and my great grandfather Maestro Johansson, they planned up and they took the plans put them together and made sure that his son Holland knew the game and business, he was the boss of Manhattan gambling, Drug Cartel, and prostitution rackets It was down to the ruthless, unmerciful Holland to consolidate the Johansson Family's power in the city and he did so with an iron fist. Some old women would claim that their streets were never safer than when 'Holtz' looked after them, but others knew different. Many young men were found dead in various creative ways through idiocy, a wrong move, a big mouth, or simply being in the wrong place at the wrong time. 'Holtz' Holland's reign lasted forty years. By this time his son Henry was young adults, the Family's interests had expanded to several of the largest casinos that they could by out from your father or get to before him in Las Vegas, and Reno, unions, prostitution, other forms of gambling, extortion and political power, and counterfeiting ('Holtz' Holland was 'personal friends' with at least two senators, a Governor, judges in Chicago, New York, Miami, Sunnydale, Las Vegas, Reno and Boston). He installed his son Henry in the Sunnydale office of their legitimate business- Drusilla Peanut Oil, named after Maestro Johansson's sister. But of course, Hendricks- or Henry, as he called himself in order to appear more legitimate- was in truth in charge of the West Coast operations of the Family. When Holland died, Henry became one the most powerful man in America- regardless of what the President thought he was the boss of .
Such power warrants attention, of course. Henry himself had never even been arrested either, thanks to his father's advice and protection, but the FBI also know's the family well. But as it always goes, they could never prove anything. The FBI know's that Henry owned five of the hotels and seven casinos on the Strip in Las Vegas, they know that Henry has interests in the narcotics business. Proving it was a different matter, and they had never managed to even piece together enough information to get a warrant to search his home.
Katherine's death in 2000 had made the front pages of many newspapers, who wisely called her "Society Hostess" rather than "Mob Wife". But what wasn't reported was that My sister Cordelia and my baby Connor were there when the murder struck. Nobody had ever discovered who exactly killed Katherine, but I had swore it was My father. I got there last and I will never quite forget the look on her mother's face as she slipped from this world to the next. In fact, for the last three years, it had been the source of every nightmare I'd ever had. had shaped my entire life.
There was only one small flaw in My reasoning. Dad had really loved Kather, he really had. From the moment he had first seen her at her father's house in Dublin, he had loved her. Katherine O'Connor had been a beautiful young girl of seventeen when he met her, all big dark eyes in olive skin touched with gold, framed with thick onyx black hair, unusual in Galway and Southern Belfast. When Henry swept her up had been teased about it too- they said he had been hit by "The State of Shock" I recalled the moment he found her. She was lying on the ground, her legs twisted, the thick tar driveway covered in her blood after the car explosion. I recall the complete horror I felt when I saw 21 year old 'Cordy' Cordelia sitting there on the side walk rocking, 16 year old Connor in her arms, looking at her mother." Then, with a heavy heart, "I recalled how betrayed, and how much hate I felt looking deeply angry into my fathers eyes. My dad had never truly admitted it to anyone, not even himself, but he knew that I blamed him for Mom's death.
A few years- three of them- had passed now, yet emotions are often still raw. just after Cordelia turning 22, she ran away ran away and I had to find her with help from her friends and family I found her, dad was not happy and had her restrained to stay home. We fought about it and I moved out, even thought young Connor and was suppose to go away to college he stayed and lived in the family house… even now. with Cordelia, to watch over her, and it warmed dad and mine too heart that Connor cared so much for his sister. Then, of course, his heart froze when he realized Connor also thought he was protecting her from the family business.
Me on the other hand is now Henry and Katherine's oldest son and tall muscular and charming." Buffy laughed "your flattering yourself again" he said "whatever…. anyway I was in line to take over after my father but I will have none of it the mob got our mother killed and I will not be a part of anything it does, he hated that so he will give it to Connor because he knows and he will make him very proud and he had become so much like him but the thin was he had always been so sweet, but now since growing into the powerful young man he now was, Conner has become angry, even violent on occasion. But every now and then dad would be told that Connor had donated large chunks of money to shelters and hospitals and other such worthy causes- and not just in the name of tax evasion or money laundering. But these occasional good deeds don't change the fact that Conner is now a dangerous young man.
Everyone steers clear of Connor including me and Cordelia, he has a foul temper. Cordelia had never been fearful of our younger brother but, lately she is he's been angry way to many times and I had to go home and knock some sense into him and I sometime can't get through to him, he had always treated like a princess. I know the family business and ways I don't question it because I always end up in a fight with my father, I've never personally seen my dad kill anyone, but I know deep in my heart my brother is capable of doing so, I'm very happy that the house is so big because Cordelia can avoid him when ever possible, but by being the only daughter to my father she gets everything she wants, and is a spoiled brat"
she laughed "I know, my sister is that way"
he said "well she gets her benefits of course the family always as sacred, but my dad and others in the family were guilty of being beating, Cordelia wishes freedom from that house and that life, she is chauffeured everywhere she goes"
Buffy said "boy do I know what that feels like"
he said "hey don't get me wrong she loved that part but she hates that she can't go out with her friends and even have any…forget a boyfriend, her body guards Ricky, Mathew and Grue understands… but me I stay out of it that why I moved here, I'm a painter, and enjoy photography, I stay away but my father always say's "the most important thing is family""
It was late when he finished telling her she said "god I didn't know we were so much alike."
He said "neither did I"
she said "you know what this means"
he said "no"
she said "this gives you the prefect opportunity to turn me over to you family"
he said "I don't think you heard me… I don't deal with my family business, I met you you're a nice girl I don't care what your last name is and I don't do things like that you told me your hole life story you trusted me to tell me that… and I hope you trust me enough not to say anything to your family"
she said "your amazing you know that theses past few weeks you've acted like a jerk"
he said "actually only acted that way to annoy you"
she said "oh really"
he said "why were you acting like an all over bitch"
she said "because that the way I am and don't know any other way to be…" she looked down "not sense"
he said "your mother died" she nodded.
She said "but hey… that all water under the bridge… over the bridge"
he lifted her chin and said "shut up" and before she knew what was happening his lips were on hers and it was amazing, she felt that electricity she had not felt before rush though her body it felt like being home she ran her hand up his chest and around the back of his neck, he ran a hand through her hair and she loved the felling of his fingers on he hair she was in paradise the got hot hotter there hearts were pounding in there ears. She finally pushed him away he looked a bit startled she said looking the same way
"that was… different"
he said "and you stopped the kiss…because"
she said "you know…I can't remember"
she smirked "maybe we should kiss again I might figure it" he smirked with a devilish grin and they kissed again.
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