So how was that last one? I thought it was fun writing it and I had a pretty good time. My biggest problem right now is trying to make sure that Tommy remains in-character but yet can still have this "fatherly"
aura about him (which is pretty much the point of the whole story). Yeah, I looked back on the stories and noticed that there does indeed need to be more Tommy in it. But I can't help it, I have so much fun writing about Moda and Claude on their misadventures.
And another difficulty, I guess it would be trying to describe outfits for the kids. I mean, it ain't as if I was actually present during the time period which the story takes place so if the outfits seem a little too…modern, I'm sorry! However, it does help that while I write, I ditch my usual drum & bass, and hip hop for some 80s music. The ones that make me ask "where the hell was I, this is the shit!!".
Recap:
Moda's failure to cover her tracks results in Tommy discovering where she really was (and without her bodyguard, at that!). He disciplines her of course and they go to the last asset to collect the ends for the day…where Ferrari tries to start stuff and Andy lets Moda in on one of Tommy's secrets.
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Chapter 13: Head Start
"Y-your…daughter?! But I thought Merce-" Ferrari stammered in shock. Tommy raised from his desk and reached across it, grabbing Ferrari by her pale, lovely throat.
"No. Your cousin has nothing to do with it." (A/N: get it?! Ferrari? Mercedes? Two expensive-ass cars.)
"But…why…?" she struggled to breathe, let alone ask him that. Tommy, feeling generous and rather sensitive for some reason released her and sat back down to answer her question.
"I love her. She's a beautiful child and has potential. I couldn't ask for a better heiress to my empire and so far, I like raising her."
"What the hell?! How are you gonna let some ne-" Tommy gave her a threatening glare.
"…Kid run your shit?! Mercedes could've easily bore you a child!"
"Yeah and as easily as she did, she hooked em' with a hanger and threw him in the trash! Did she ever tell you about that?!"
At this point, Miss Thang had shut up.
"When I see her, even though I don't see the cute little girl you jealous whores see. I see a maniac, a thinker, a business-girl…likeable and intimidating at the same time…I see myself in a young…female…black body."
Ferrari, feeling defeated and astounded at the information that was just thrown at her, hung her head down and sighed. Tommy raised from his desk again but this time, exited the office.
"This discussion is closed, now get back to work." He said firmly. Ferrari obeyed.
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"Kid! Are you ready?!" Tommy shouted above the music, moans and giggling in the background. He spotted her in the corner with eye-makeup smeared and running down her face. Andy was gently patting her on the back to comfort the teen. He quickly rushed over.
"Hey, hey, kid! What's going on?!" he asked. Moda the Raccoon looked up at him with pink-tinted eyes and wet, sticky eyelashes. She sniffled then looked at Andy. She gave her a quick glance. Don't say anything…Andy told her silently with her eyes.
"Ah…nothing, Tommy." She lied.
"Whaddaya mean, nothing?! You're crying and that eye-goo is cascading down your face!" He turned to Andy, hoping he'd be provided with an answer but she just shrugged her shoulders.
"I'm…I was just…" Moda replied, thinking of something she could bring up that would make just about anybody sad. "…Thinking about my parents." Yeah, and about how you pretended to be mine…
Tommy's eyes lowered as he reached out a hand to put on her shoulder.
"You just miss them, that's all, kid." He said, unsure of himself. After all, this was the first time he had ever comforted a crying person. "C'mon, let's go home."
"Why don't you go on ahead," Andy grinned, grabbing Moda by the arm. "She didn't even finish her traditional glass of Sprite!" Tommy gave her a strange look and turned to Moda.
"Yeah! I didn't finish my soda. I'll be right out." She sniffed, wiping her eyes. She knew damn well that she already had at least three glasses in the past five minutes just to drown her sorrows.
"Okay…But put a move on it, it's been a helluva long day and you need to rest!" he scolded, exiting the club.
"What else am I missing, dammit?!" She asked harshly through clenched teeth. Andy looked to her left and right before reaching into the bosom of her dress to pull out a business card with a hand-written phone number on it. Moda snatched it from her hand and read it to herself.
"Why do I need Ferrari's number? I don't like that hoe!" she shouted.
"Shhhhh! Listen, I just told you what Tommy's going to do with you, right?"
"…" Moda nodded.
"So, you might as well call her up. A head-start never hurt anybody. Just don't let Tommy catch you just yet. Don't take it personal kid, I can tell he likes you a lot. But if you can prove yourself, you can really worm your way into his heart and stay there."
Moda sniffled, then hopped off the barstool and left the club. Ferrari made her way across the floor to the bar. She sat down in the very stool that was heated from Moda's bottom.
"Hmmm. I tried." Ferrari sighed, holding her hand out for a drink. Andy prepared it and placed it in her hand.
"Don't worry." She replied, leaning over to whisper.
"She's as good as ours."
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End Chapter
Ahhh…Don't you just love cliffhangers? Again, sorry for the short chapter but I did give you two chapters in less than a week, right? Okay then, stay tuned.