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Mia

“Mia... Mia... bitch hello?”

My ttrain of thought was broken and I resumed back to bouncing Kross in my lap. Looking up and past Aaliyah, I laughed and shook my head.

“Girl what are you doing?”

I exhaled and shook my head. It was just Me and Aaliyah out on the deck having breakfast. Tiana and Natalie were back in their rooms. We’re all friends, but Aaliyah was my best friend. I’ve known her since 1st grade, We’ve grown so much together. She’s literally more like my sister than anything.

“The dude, Angel, I uh... texted him last night” 

Her mouth dropped as he cut a triangle into her pancakes and shoved a piece in her mouth. It went against my rules. Everybody and they mama know I haven’t dated in forever, I’m usually the hard to get one of the group. Aaliyah is always pushing me to date, fuck, shit anything that has to do with contact of another guy.

“Bitch... you sneaky ass muthafucka”

We both laughed and I shook my head. It was just something about how he looked me deep in my soul. It was, different.

“What did ya’ll talk about, what if he’s a drug dealer. That’s popular here in Columbia”

I laughed and shook my head.

“Nah, he’s a business man. Not in narcotics. But we just ... talked. He invited us...me you and Kross out-”

She starred at me in silence. As dangerous as this sounded, I was the least bit afraid or worried. Does that make me naïve. 

“Mia... this is Columbia... we are not home. We don’t know whose capable of what-”

“Would I ever put us in danger? Would I ever put my nephew in Danger? Come on. Let’s have a good time. I don’t have a bad feeling about this at all. Just trust me”

She exhaled, rolling her eyes and shrugged her shoulders.

“Fine”

I smiled, leaning over the table to hug her tight. 

“He has a car coming to get us at 12. I guess whatever we’re going to is going to be a big party so, dress comfortable and cute”

She smiled, sipping her Mimosa and smiling over at me. I already knew some smart shit was gonna come out her mouth.

“So you falling for a Columbian Drug dealer”

I laughed and shook my head.

“Girl, I’m looking for a good time. And I don’t know that man enough, or at all to be in love”

“Mmmhmmm”

It was true. I mean, he was charming. But I have a bad past with men. It’s hard to trust people period. I’m just looking to enjoy my next 2 weeks out here in Columbia.

Angel

I watched as my staff carried my stuff along with a few others luggage onto the Jet. These next two week would be spent at sea. Away from work, away from the busy Columbia streets, away from society and just enjoy God’s blessing.

“Ángel, ¿a quién estamos esperando? Estamos listos para ir”

(Angel, who are we waiting for? We're set to go)

My mother questioned. I exhaled, looking past the security SUV and shook my head. I invited Mia and her friend, she was hesitant, and I can understand that. So waiting for her probably wasn’t necessary.

“Nadie, vamos-”

Before I could finish, the car I sent pulled up quickly and the door swung open.

“We’re here, we’re here”

It was Mia, and her friend I was surprised to see her here, but glad. This was so spur of the moment, but I just had to get to know her more. But I couldn’t break this tour. It’s mother’s day, and Dios’s spring break. 

Looking up at the Jet she looked back at me and took a deep breath.

“Well.... uh... Thank you... for this invite”

I smiled and shrugged my shoulders. My family was always welcoming, especially my mother. 

“No hay problema. Mami this is Mi-”

Stepping foreword a bit, she extended her hand and my mother shook it with a smile.

“Es un placer conocerte. Soy Mia De Los Santos y esta es mi mejor amiga Aaliyah Jones”

(It's very nice to meet you. I'm Mia De Los Santos and this is my best friend Aaliyah Jones)

My mother looked to me surprised then smiled and shook  Mia’s hand. I was surprised just as much as her. I knew she said she was Dominican, but I thought she lost her language, it seems that’s the myth about Latino New Yorkers. 

I stepped back, allowing my mother to introduce herself before helping the three of them up the steps.

“Did you pack enough?”

She shrugged and laughed lowly.

“I mean, I think I did. Thank you again for inviting us. This is far too kin-”

“Not at all. We’re happy to have you join us I’ll introduce you to everyone”

She followed behind me before we stood in the middle of the plane. I looked at everyone who was seated and smiled down at Diosa as she ran over to me and looked up at Mia with interest. Out of respect for her friend, I spoke English, so she didn’t feel left out.

“Familia, this is Mia and Aaliyah of New York. They are joining us. Treat them with respect include them in shit, and let's just have a good ass time”

My family smiled, waiving at them both and they did the same. 

“This is my mother, Yasmin. My homies Marcos and Justin. My sister Gabrielle, my Aunt Mariana. My Uncles Jose and Raphael. My Nephews Daniel and Aiden, My niece Islah, and this is my daughter, Dosia”

Her eyes widen and she smiled, leaning down to shake her hand. She smiled bashfully but still held her head high as I taught her. This was gonna be interesting.

“Well, it’s a long flight. Brunch will be out soon. Enjoy ya selves”

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Angel

“Diosa...”

I called for my daughter as I heard her come in with her security team. Listening as she responded back and climbed the steps, I finished up with a email, then opened my arms wide as she jumped into them.

“¿Cómo te fue en la escuela?”

(How was school?)

She giggled and nodded her head.

“estuvo bien, pero puedo nadar por favor papá?”

(It was good, but can I swim please daddy?)

I exhaled. Looking at the time. I’m strict with her coming home routine. Practice work, snack, reading, light chores, then playing. 

“Have you cleaned up your playroo-”

“ Papá por favor, son las vacaciones de primavera” 

(Daddy please, it’s spring break)

I exhaled and instantly felt bad. I forgot it was her first day of Spring break. I nodded my head, watching her hop out my lap and take off. Quickly picking up the phone, I had my staff ready a jet and yacht for us tomorrow.

I was hard on Diosa. Too many kids these days are disrespectful and ass wild. I won’t have it. I don’t care what anybody says, or speaks on how hard on her I am. I’m shaping her to be a woman of her word, a hard worker, respectful, and successful.

I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Angel Acosta De La José . I’m 28 years old and I am worth $85.112 Billion. How? Easy I decided at a young age I wasn’t going to be hungry forever. I made sure to work smart with my funds and it took me a long way. I realized early I was more than just TV and so I decided to be more than just movies and TV.I am the CEO Of  De La Jose Incorporation. We invests in and holds dozens of major public and private companies. As part of our portfolio, my company also owns and operates several self-titled companies, including De La Jose Home Services of America and De La Jose Direct Insurance Company. But apart from our branded companies, De La Jose does a bit more than provide insurance. In 2017, De La Jose companies and holdings contribute a variety of commodities and services to the market - including producing computers and electronic products, providing insurance, producing clothing, serving food products, automotive products and services and much more. 

Although I originally started out primarily in the textile industry, I’ve grown to become a conglomerate that invests in a diverse group of major companies and provides the prime example of my famous value investing strategy. I have 100% ownership in multimillion and billion dollar companies. And not all of them are the same. I’ll name a few. For starters, De La Jose Brick Company, it’s construction, I own it 100%. AlterLinks, Electric Transmission, I own it 100%, and it’s also a  subsidiary of De La Jose Energy. I mean the list is long, jewelry, auto sales, utilities, Insurance, Bond Insurance, Media,  Logistics, Food and Beverage, Pipeline, Clothing, Luxury, Jets, Furniture, Sports Equipment,  Pharmaceuticals, Materials and Construction, as I said before the list exceeds my age of life. Plus more.

And on top of all of that, I’m a single man and single father. I’ve had full and sole custody of Diosa since she was 8 months. She’s 4 now. I’m all she knows.

“Sr. De La Oz, Marcos está aquí”

I nodded, standing up and closing my laptop for the day.

Closing the door behind me, I jogged downstairs and dapped Marcos up as he helped himself at the bar. We’ve been friends since kids, literally Kindergarten. He’s more like a brother. We’ve been hungry together, starved together, everything under the sun. He’s also a business partner and runs my Brick Company.

“What’s good nigga, You wanna head to Capitalino?”

I nodded. I need it. I been all over the place this past week a cigar and whiskey was prefect.

Mia

“Bitch... This is beautiful....This view”

I spoke from the table reserved of a restaurant me and my girls were attending. We just got in a few hours ago and we was starving.. And the amazing thing about this whole shit is Bogota is only an hour behind New York. Which is perfect because a bitch is far from tired. I’m ready to get this night started 

“Yes, we needed this trip. You know what, cheers. To this sisterhood of black  success and entrepreneurs”

I smiled and raised my glass, clinking it together with Aaliyah then taking a sip of the wine we had at the table. We we’re young business women. Aaliyah is a lash tech and 2 shops, she has a son who she brought along due to having no one to look after him and me, I have no Kids.

I however, am a hairstylist in New York. The first African-American/ Dominican Salon owner and Barbershop on that block. I built it from the ground up. Literally. I bought the building, fixed it up,  bought all equipment. I don’t owe anybody, but everybody owes me. I rent my booths out to stylist and barbers, and I own 5 investment properties in New York. 

My prices for hair are as such:

Leave out’s are $140, Frontal Sew Ins are $180, Closure Sew Ins are $140, Bob leave outs are $150, $360 Frontal Sew Ins are $200, High and Low ponytails are $100, Sweep ponytails with tracks is $120, and so and and so forth. I also make wigs which can goo for $300-$400. And if I install it, it’s $80 extra. Plus my classes which are $1200. Sounds like a lot put bitches go crazy for my styles, wigs, and classes. I walk out and make at least $4,000 a day. And that’s on a slow day. It’s a blessing to be in the position I’m in, I’ve done celebrities head as well, I say local, but I’m well know and travel for certain clients like Ari Fletcher, Toya Carter, Tiny Harris, Nicki Minaj, the list goes on.

“Girl, I owe your dad loot. I can’t believe he agreed to keep Kross. I’m trynna get drunk an-”

Before Aaliyah could finish, a man stood over me. He smelt good as hell. I didn’t even have to look back to notice he was tall, just from his shadow.

“Buenas tardes, señora, señoras. My name is Angel. May I ask what the two of you are.... enjoying as your choice of drink?”

Aaliyah looked to me and smiled.

“Mina Velha....Rojo”

I already knew where her head was. He nodded, looking past her then down at me.

“And how do you like it?... is it you’re uh.... as they say in America....cup of tea?”

I smiled, finally looking up at him and catching my breath discreetly.

“It’s nice, very complimenting taste”

He extended his hand to shake mine. I reached out her his, feeling as he slipped something into my hand, and leaned down kissing my hand.

“I didn’t get your name”

I smiled.

“I didn’t give it”

He laughed, I could feel all eyes on us, but somehow I was just trapped in his gaze.

“Could I have it?”

“Mia... Mia De Los Santos”