Never forgetting you

I'm what you call a half cast, mixed child. Results of two different ethical mixes. My father is Irish, red hair, green eyes, proclaims white skin. My mother, is half Vietnamese/ American, Ba Ngoai (mum's mum) is Vietnamese and Ong Ngoai (mum's dad) was an American solider during the war. Mum was born here and raised to embrace the freedom of this great country. Ba Ngoai always encouraged mum to seek her own path and create her own destiny. Hence, why Mum decided to apply for the exchange program during her final year in college to Ireland. That's where she met Dad. She was new in town and exploring Dublin before her semester started. She happened to enter the only pub that was open on Christmas Day in Dad's village. Well it wasn't open, Dad and Poppy were in town, visiting from the states. So they took all their friends and family down to the local pub that was owned by Poppy. According to Dad it was love at first sigh for Mum, but if you ask my Mother, she'll tell you a different story. By the end of the trip, Dad had fallen deeply in love with mum, that he proposed to her then and there. Mum of-cause said No, she still had to finish her degree and wanted to start a career in criminology. She wanted to work and make her own path. But fate has other plans in store for both of them. About 6 weeks after Dad returned to the States, heart broken after Mum's rejection, mum found out she was 11 weeks pregnant with me. With no way to contact Dad as he left after Mum told him no, not leaving any way for her to contact him. She had no choice by to make the decision to keep me and continue with her exchange program. When she arrived back at her parents' doorsteps with her degree in hand and 6 months pregnant belly. Her mum lost her mind, blinded with rage that her 19YRS old daughter was throwing her life away, willing to be a single mother. It took Ba Ngoai months to forgive mum and let her come home. Of course, it was after Ong Ngoai put his foot down and demanded his only child and grandchild be taken care of. But it wasn't till Mum gave birth to me that Ba Ngoai really forgave her. Apparently, one look at me was all it took for Ba Ngoai to be wrapped around my finger. They looked after me while mum looked for a job. She finally got a job at a law firm in the city. She was only a clerk but loved the role. One day her boss asked her to accommodate him to a lunch meeting so she can take notes. Apparently, it was the firm's biggest client and his girlfriend is in a bit of trouble for driving under the influence and assaulting a police officer. When the client walk in for the meeting, mum had the shock of her life. It was no one other than Dad, and hanging on his arm was a skinny blonde model goddess. Dad, of-course recognizes mum straight away, but still heartbroken, he decides to flaunt the fact that his moved on with a super model in mum's face. My mother, being the stubborn woman that she is, acted like she didn't even remember or recognize who Dad was. So for the duration of the case, Dad insisted that Mum was to be the point of contact, just so he could see her. It wasn't until one day, Mum didn't answer her phone or reply to his texts that drove Dad insane that he stormed into her office and demanded her boss to tell him where she was. He was told Mum had taken leave to care for her family and would not be returning to work. Somehow, he got hold of her address and decided to visit her at home. I was only 8 months old at the time. Dad comes by in the afternoon and knocked on the door. Ba Ngoai opened and had one look at Dad and she knew it was my father. She begins yelling at Dad, calling him all the names you can think of for abandoning mum while she was pregnant. By now, Dad was dumbfounded and put two and two together. He waited for Mum and I to come home from the shops. As soon as Mum walked through the door and saw Dad sitting in the living room drinking tea with Ba Ngoai, she wanted to turn around and runaway. But not before Dad's bodyguard blocked all the doors. See, after chatting with Ba Ngoai all afternoon, Dad knew that Mum would not be willing to let him into her life. Especially after the month he had tortured her with his PDA with his model girlfriend. So he took precautions. Our bags were packed and sitting by the front door, Ba Ngoai actually took a liking to Dad after all the yelling. She thought it was best for us to move in m with Dad . So basically, Dad and Ba Ngoai planned the k********g of my Mother and I and moved us into Dad's house, well a mansion. You see, my father wasn't just your average business man. Dad was the head of the Irish mafia family. The trip he took with Poppy to Ireland was to meet with all the eldest of the Kennedy Clan for the handover. Mum, of course, knows all this now from working in the law firm that's representing Dad's clan. She wasn't mad about who he is or the world he was in. She was fuming about how he flaunt his girlfriend in her face for a month. It took Dad lots of begging to make Mum forgive him. A whole 6 months of begging before she even gives in. My twin brothers were born exactly 9 months after that. So I guess Dad didn't want to take any chances incase mum changed her mind and leaves him. However, my Mum never wanted this restriction of bodyguards and luxurious life to turn her children into spoiled brats. We were enrolled in public school on mutual grounds that all 3 Mafias families are not allowed to cause trouble. If my brothers and I were to be send to schools within the Kennedy's territories, we will stand out like sore thumbs. By now everyone knows that the Kennedy's heirs are 3 red hairs, green eyes, and Asian-looking kids. So sending us to mutual grounds gave us normalcy. All the Mafia 3 families send their children here. The Italian Family, the Romona's (Issac and his sisters, Sofia and Mia) The Irish Family, the Kennedy's (Me, the twins, Connor and Liam goes to the school within the territory as Dad insists that they'll be taught the proper Irish way when the reach High School) The Chinese Family, The Tang's (twins Lynnie and Louis) Since my brothers doesn’t come here for school, no one really release that I was related to the Kennedy family. You see, Mum never changed my last name to Kennedy. She put her last name down on my birth certificate. My name is Railey Ann Johnson. I'm 17yrs old turning 18 in 3 months. I have wavy copper colored hair, natural of cause. Deep frost green eyes and that's all I inherited from my dad's. I’m by no mean short, but I’m not exactly your super model height. Standing just under 5’6, I tower over the Asian’s but have to look up to the Italians. I basically inherited the rest of my genetics from my half Vietnamese, half American mum. I’m not your popular kid nor ăm I the quite one that’s always hiding looking down. I just like to keep to myself and hates the attention that comes with being the Irish princess. because that’s what I am. My father is Sean Kennedy, the fearless Red Lion. But really, his just a big teddy bear when it comes to mum and I. Mum calls all the shots at home, and if dad doesn't want to sleep in the guest room, he just say yes ma’am. Mum now act as The Kennedy Clans legal counsel. She handles all of the family legitimate business dealings and bookkeeping. She didn’t get to pursue her dream as a Criminologist, but hey, she has to deal with the Irish mafia all day so I guess in a way she did. I currently have 4 months left of high school and I’ll be leaving here and moving to Paris for Cooking school. for college. I am sick of having a consistent shadow with me whenever I leave the house, not many ppl know me as the Irish princess, but those that do are either trying to be close to me for a reason or avoid me because I come with too much baggage. I’m 17yrs old and have never been invited to a party, never been asked on day date. Oh god I sound like such a loser but that’s just because I don’t like to put myself out there. I conceal my real looks under baggy clothes and ugly glasses when I’m at school. Since no one knows I attend here. The school is divided between the Italian and the Chinese. Issac Romona and his crew hangs out and rule the sports field, while Louis Tang and his crew stays near the outdoor Cafeteria area. They don’t interact with one and other but the whole school knows that’s there tension between Issac and Louis. You see, both of these Alpha male are what you call man-w***e. They would sleep with any girl that’s willing to open her legs for them. But they never had any run in with each other until Issac best friend and right hand man Angelo made the mistake of hooking up with one of the Tang’s girl, Lynnie’s best friend to be exact. And that s**t didn’t sit well with Louis. He and Angelo had a fight that left both pretty badly injured. So from then on, it was like there’s this silence war and tension between the two mafia heirs. You don’t cross me and I won’t cross you. Since no one knows my identity and I’m pretty good at keeping to myself, I just blend in with the crowd. Life was going as I had planned. Mum and I are heading to PARIS to look at a few apartments and school for me to enrol in a few week. And I can’t wait, it’s just the two of us. We plan on going shopping and sightseeing. I want to be a pastry chef. And I’m pretty talented at baking too. How do you think I am not recognise as the Red Lion’s princess? My eyes and hair are exactly like dad. But as I am also very good with make up. So here I am, hiding in my favourite cafe near school on Wednesday morning to enjoy my latte and reading on what mum and I can do once we’re in Paris before I have to go to school in thrid period for history. This is like my thing I do every Wednesday, some time to disconnect and be in my little world of peace. But….unlike all the other Wednesdays, today my peaceful morning was disturb. I had my head down reading on what’s mum and I can do, taking notes and planning our days. My glasses are on the table, along with my beanie that I always had on to concealed my wild red locks. My hair now swept to one side of my shoulders, running wildly down the side of the table. I have taken off my baggy Jacket and now just sitting in my vintage prints tee and black leg jeans. I have my face and chin in my left hand leaning on the table while I’m writing notes. ‘You look familiar, ain’t you in my history class?’ I looked up from my what I’m doing to be starring into a pair of warm caramel eyes. I’m lost in those eyes, not releasing that I haven’t acknowledged the person asking the question. Shaking my head slightly ending my mini trance. I can see his face, and boy was it a sight to look at. Standing at the edge of my table in the cafe, stood Issac Romano. The Italian God himself, with his ripped jeans, biker’s leather jacket, combat boots and his signature devilish smirk. You would of thought that his on his way to a photo shoot instead of on his way to school. Issac c****d his perfectly arch eyebrow waiting for me to say something. I try to move my lips to reply but all that’s coming out is ‘huh’ I’m so confused, did he mistaken me for someone else. ‘Are you asking me?’ I reply, earning a sexy chuckle from him. He lead closer so his looking straight into my eyes. ‘There’s only us here beside Mrs Taylor’ Mrs Taylor is the cafe owner, a sweet old lady. ‘How come I never seen you in here before?’ He asked me. ‘I’m here most mornings before school starts’ I reply to him, turning back to my book. I can hear the scraping of the chair against the floor and looked back up to see him sitting across from me. I arch me eyebrow and tilt my head slight as if asking him what’s his doing. His lips twitch as if founding my confuse state funny. ‘I can’t help but be intrigued that your reading a book, or reading at all. I’m surprise your alone. Shouldn’t someone as beautiful as you be surrounded by guys trying to impress you? ‘Wow, that’s the best line he can come up with?’ I sudden hear a hearty loud laugh and looked up again to find Issac throwing his head back laughing so freely. Then realisation hits me that I actually said my thoughts out loud. Embarrassed, I feel my face heating up and try to shrink back into the armchair I’m in. ‘What’s your name? I’m Issac.’ He asked me again. Giving up on reading, I place my book mark and closed the book, placing it into my back and begins to pack up and leave. ‘I know who you are Issac. I’m literally in most of your classes’ I said to him, standing up ready to leave, as my relaxation time was disturbed. ‘Wait! How come I never notice you? What’s your name? He asked again ‘Because you are either too occupied with the flavour of the week, eating each other’s faces or something’ I reply…OMG I can not believe I just said that to him. s**t, what’s wrong with me today. Why am I provoking the King pin of our school. ‘I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean that’ I apologised and quick grab my bag and ran out of the cafe before I say anything else that could get me into more trouble with Issac. Issac Romona is the heir to the Italian mafia. His family is the biggest Italian mafia in our state. It’s no secret that’s the Romona’s Family runs this side of New York as well as the Irish Kennedy and Chinese Tang. Everyone knows Issac, and feared him. Him and his crew are basically the law in our school, no one messes with them. And here I was, talking back and being a smartarse to Issac’s face. I arrived just time for History, I’m usually the first to arrive but today I made it just before Mr Logon arrives. As I’m making my way to my usual seat at the back by the window, I noticed Issac was sitting in the seat next to mine. Hesitantly, I made my way over and sit down, trying to avoid looking up as I can feel his eyes on me. s**t…s**t s**t, his gonna want to teach me a lesson for talking back to him this morning. ‘You still haven’t told me your name’ I hear him asked me. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I didn’t look up, kept silence because I don’t know what to say to reply. I can’t lie about my name. We’re basically in the same class for the rest of the year. His gonna know my name sooner or later. ‘I..I’m sorry about this..this morning’ I stutter. ‘I didn’t know what came over me, I really didn’t mean to disrespect you Issac’ looking down at my hands in my lap. ‘Hey, look at me’ Issac command, I still refuse to look up. ‘Hey, don’t look down, those eyes are too beautiful to hide’ his said to me more gently. I snapped my head up when I hear this, my eyes wide. I’m looking directly into his eyes. Time froze as we both just starred at each other. ‘Absolutely beautiful, breathtaking’ Issac spoke soft, only for me to hear. I blush a deep red as my face heats up under his intense look and I dropped my graze to his lips. His sexy lush pink lips that’s so kissable, I just want it press it against mine…what!? Omg what am I thinking, s**t his smiling, like he just read my mind. Leaning in close to my ear, he whisper ‘I can’t wait to bite those lips of yours. Before I could register, he sat back in his seat and Mr Logon begins class. I for once could not concentrate today. Did Issac just call me beautiful? Did he just said that he can’t to bite my lips? And did he just say my eyes were beautiful? How can he even see my eyes. I reach up to push my glasses up from the bridge of my nose, only to realise, my glasses are not there. I have forgotten to put them back on. I reach up to touch my head and can’t feel my beanie as well. In the rush of this morning running out of the cafe I had left it behind. No..no..no, what am I gonna do? My hair is wildly free and I don’t have my glasses to shield me. Issac must had seen my panic state as I see him tapping his finger on my table to get my attention. I turn my head to his direction to be met with his cocky smirk and my glasses and beanie in his hand. I try to grab it but he moved his arm out of my reach. Is this guy toying with me? I reach for it again, and he moved his arm further away. Causing me to trip over my chair and falling to the ground, but I didn’t hit the hard surface. I was held up by a set of muscular arms, Issac Romona’s muscular arms to be exact. We are so close, his face is just inches from mine. I can feel his minty breath on my face, his lush lips is in a smile, I just need to lend in by 1 cm and our lips would touch. I feel my face heating up at the thought, biting my bottom lips to stop myself from doing so. I heard a sharp intake and realize that Issac has been studying me this whole time, his arms tighten around my waist bringing my body closer to him and I can't help the butterfly in my stomach. I feel a warm spread between my legs and realise how turned on I was just being in his arm, so close that I can smell his body wash, clean, fresh and crisp, like the fresh ocean breeze. 'Miss Johnson, Mr Romona, this is History not dramas where you can act out love scenes. Please do so in your own time' Mr Logon's voice breaking the spell that I was in. Pushing against Issac hard chest, trying to free myself from his arm, but he just kept holding onto my wasit like Mr Logon hasn't brought the whole class attention to us. Standing up with me still in his embrace, not taking his eyes of mine, Issac smirk and said 'Who said we were acting, sir' OMG...Did he just!!! I must be imagining this, there is no way Issac Romona just imply to the whole class that we were making out in the back of the class room. But hearing the shocked and gasp from the class, I knew that, that was what he just did. 'Well, break it off and sit back down at your seat and contiune your love fest after class or you can head to the office right now' Stated Mr Logon. I'm trying my best to get out of Issac's strong arms, but by now, I know that I can only leave his embrace, only when his ready to let go. 'Please' I plead, whispers soft so that only he can hear me. My face is as red as a tomato by now and I can feel my eyes are getting watery from the embarrassment. Issac must have taken pity on me cause felt his arm loosen around my wasit and he sat back down on his seat. I kept me head down the rest of the class, using my hair to sheild my burning face. Not once did I dear to look up, just in case I get the attention again. The bell rings and everyone's rushing to leave for lunch period. I took my time so I would be the last to leave, once I know that the room is empty, I raise my head up ready to head out the door. Only to realise, that I'm alone in the classroom with no other than Issac. His lending against the wall next to the door, arms cross over his chest, just looking at me with a playful smirk on his face. I'll have to pass him to leave, taking a deep breath, I begin to move myself towards him, stopping right in front of him, standing straight and looking him in the eyes, outstrectched my hand. He c**k his head slightly to the side, arch his brow as if to ask me what I meant. 'My glasses and beanie, give it back' I spoke clearly. He kept looking at my face for a mintue longer and said 'Tell me your name' Getting abit fed up with his little game, I sqaure my shoulder and cross my arms, 'Why in the world would I give you my name? you've been in 4 out of 6 of my classes since freshman year and yet you still don't know it. So why do you want to know now? Give me back my things so I can go grab lunch. Since I was rudely interrupted this morning I missed my breakfast. So hand it over so I don't miss my lunch as well' I address clearly so he know's I not playing anymore. Mind you, I'm not someone that is easily bully, I like to keep to myself because I don't like the attention I'll get if ppl find out that I was a Kennedy. But by no mean that I can't defend myself. I've been training and helping out at my father's UFC gym since I was 12Yrs. I love being there, much to Dad's annyance. I should be out shopping, getting my nails done, spas, not spending my free time watch and getting train by his figters. But he gave in after mum told him it's a good thing that I learn to defend myself, considering who I am. So after that, Dad assign his head trainer to make sure that I was taught everything. Now back to the issues on hand. I stood opposite this 6'4 Italian Mobster, glaring at him, challaging his authority and all his doing is smirking at me. Making the fire in me burning. I was about to open my mouth to say something else, when sudden I'm spin around with my back against the door, hands pined above my head with Issac's lips on mine. To say that I was shock is an understatement, it took me a good 10 second to register whats happen and trying to push him off me. This only made him tighten his grip on my wrists and with his free hand pulled my body against him more. I begin to relax as he continues kissing me slowly, biting my lips. I feel my eyes getting heavy and slowly closing at the sensation of his lips is on mine. I let out a soft moan, giving Issac access to my mouth. Once in, his soft yet strong tongue is stroking mine. He runs his tongue slowly and softly over mine and sucking it gently. I'm in a moaning mess by this stage and feel my hand snaking around his neck, pulling him closer to me, I need more. As if knowing this, his hand is roaming down my side and under my shirt, while the other is holding the back of my head in place. His hand leaves trail of burning fire over my skin, on my back, stomach and under my breast. His finger lingers just over my lace bra, and stroke over my harden n****e. I hear him goan in the back of his throat, and let out another moan myself. I feel my panty soaked inside my jeans and something hard pressing on my hip. If that's what I think it is, Issac is one blessed Italian. We're kissing for I don't know how long and I needed to come up for air. Guess he was think the same thing as his mouth left mine and now his forehead is resting on my shoulder. We're both breaking heavily, trying to catch our breath. 'I want to f**k you so hard against the wall, I swear I never wanted anyone as much as I want you at the moment, Johnson!' He said into my ear. And that was all it took to break the spell I was under. I quickly push him off me and before I counld stop myself, I slap Issac so hard that his head turn to the side from the impact. Taken this chance that he was in shocked, I rush out the door and ran as fast as I can away from The Italian Mafia Prince, hiding myself in the library for the rest of the day. I mean I can afford to miss the rest of the school day considering how ahead I am with my work. So that's where I stay till the final bell rings.