Royal Princess: Doted On By The Mafia King

Rose and Eric left as soon as school was over. Eric drove the new car he got from his father. It was a simple nice car that fit him so well with its white color. She stopped driving since she returned to B city because she was not sure she was strong enough to do that.

"Welcome," the staff said as soon as Rose and Eric walked into the store.

Rose smiled at the familiar staff. She was a frequent visitor to the store since she did not want to go to any of her mother's fabric store. They will most likely not let her pay and treat her well and she did not want any of that. It was more comfortable for to shop somewhere else.

A staff followed her and Eric around as they search for the fabrics they wanted to buy. "I made a friend while I was in the hospital. He is my cousin. He wants to become a fashion designer," she narrated as they looked at the fabrics the staff showed them.

"It will be nice if we go to the same school. We could become the three musketeers of the fashion industry. I know that sounds childish but if the guy has talent, we could actually start our own clothing brand together. You could be the CEO," Eric said with a hint of excitement at the thought of starting his own business.

"It is easier said than done," Rose said thoughtfully although she did not believe it was impossible.

"We are not too young to start. It will be cool because by the time we get older, the company would have grown into something really big and all we will have to do after graduation is finally settling down in our offices," Eric said dreamingly as he touched a lilac fabric to feel its texture.

"I think this one is good enough. It feels so soft and will definitely be comfortable," Rose said also touching the fabric.

"Think about what I said. I don't think I can start my brand on my own but I think with you, it will be easier. You are the genius and I am the apprentice," he tried to persuade her hopefully.

"I totally support that. I will like to be a part of something like that. As soon as we get to Star city, we could make it happen. I will talk to Carl today. But we will need professional help. We will also need capital. Come up with a business strategy that will be good. We could also start little just like what we are doing right now," Rose said thoughtfully.

"Yes. It requires careful thinking and planning. And if you don't trust Carl enough to have him joins us, we could do it alone," Eric said. He felt his heart race fast in excitement. The thought of starting a bigger business than he already has, was a beautiful dream. He has never thought of doing this before and he could not understand why he came up with such an idea but he liked the thought of it.

He liked the thought of making a name for himself in the fashion industry, the thought of having his name written in the history of fashion to be taught to students in the future and the thought of working with a genius designer like Rose to make that happen. It was just so amazing.

Turning to her friend who was very excited about the plan he came up with, Rose smiled. "Your idea is very great but we also have to be careful after all we are just teenagers. We will need a professional to handle must of it. Although I have done a few business courses, I don't think we can start something that big on our own."

Eric nodded his excitement was visibly toned down. "I think we should hurry so could go back home earlier. It won't be good for them to call you from home," He said.

"Yeah, you're right. I think this fabric is perfect. We should pick the next one," She said and they continued exploring.

By the time they were done, Rose felt so tired she was scared that her legs might not be able to carry her any longer. She looked at Eric who was trying to buy some other fabrics for the other clothes he has to make. "Eric, I think I will wait for you at the café close by. I need to get a cup of milkshake and some cakes," she told him when she was sure that she could no longer endure.

"Oh, sure," Eric agreed as he continued picking what he had to buy. It did not occur to him that Rose was very tired since he was too engrossed with the task he had to do. He thought she really just wanted the milkshake.

Rose sighed as soon as she sat on the soft sofa at the extreme end if the café. The waitress brought her orders and she immediately helps herself with what was before her. Half way into enjoying the sweetness of the cake she bought, a few men walked into the cafe in black suits and began walking towards her.

It was not weird to see a few people in black suit but it was definitely weird to see half a dozen men walking into a café in black suit and very burly physique. She told herself they were not there for her as she continued eating. The café felt refreshing as it actually made her a lot stronger and also considering the fact that she was sitting confortable with the calm music playing in the background.

The men continued walking towards her but she made a mental note to ignore them. It could be a group of bodyguards closing from work who decided to have coffee together. She was not sure if that actually made sense but she chose to believe that.

When they kept passing by the empty chairs ahead, she could feel they were actually coming for her no matter how she tried to believe otherwise. When they finally got to where she sat? Rose held her breath and waited for them to speak. She wore a fearless expression although she could feel her bones shaking in fear underneath her skin.

The tallest among them who stood in front of them bowed with the stone expression and the hardness in his eyes. "Good afternoon Miss Rose," he said in a very deep cold voice that immediately reminded her of a loud angry thunder.

"Good afternoon," Rose accepted his greeting with a slight obligatory smile as she felt a fragment of her fear get chipped off. It was actually a good thing that they did not knock her out before greeting her perhaps after she has woken up in a warehouse or nowhere in the woods.

"Young master Jace will love to speak to you," the leader said.

Is this a new technique used by kidnappers? Did she tell them she was a naïve kid who will follow just anyone because they tell her that her father sent them to pick her up from school? Even kids of this generation won't fall for such deception. "I have no wish to see your young master Jace," she replied before taking a sip of her milkshake while looking at them fearlessly.

More fragments of her fears were chopped off this time. They looked like professionals when they walked in but after listen to them, she concluded that they were so dumb.

"He will like to speak to you," the leader said giving her a phone he collected from one of the other men behind him.

Rose took the phone from them despite the millions of images that appeared on her mind one of them which were that of the phone exploding as soon as she puts it close to her ear. She put the phone on loudspeaker and placed it on the table couple of feet away from her.

"I am sorry to disturb you Rose but could you follow my men?" Rose heard Jace's voice clearly from the other end.

That was not persuasive enough. She knew she will be the biggest fool of the year to follow them just because she heard Jace's voice from the phone.  "I am sorry I don't believe you are who you say you are. I won't follow these men and if you really want to talk to me, you can come over yourself," she told him and returned the phone to the leader. She looked at the men before her and frowned. "Now you should excuse me before I raise alarm," she warned them with a slight serious glare.

They actually obeyed her and walked away from her out of the café. Finally, Rose could breathe freely. She exhaled the breath she held and sighed. She picked her phone to call someone for help since she was not sure of what will happen next if those men return.

Maybe they won't be patient enough to lure her. They might just knock her out as she thought earlier and transport her to wherever they wanted to in a body bag. She shivered at that thought as she scrolled through her phonebook for the person to call.