CHAPTER SIXTEEN
“Why not modeling?”
“Are you joking? My mother will kill me if I went home and told her I was getting a degree in modeling.”
“But why not, Jackie? You got what it takes if you stop dressing like some nineties baggy clothes-wearing female rapper and get yourself some designer pieces. Girrl, you got what it takes.”
“I’m saying,” said another one of her roommates. “If I had that figure, and that face, I wouldn’t be hiding it. But that’s Jackie S. She wants a degree in finance and business administration. So boring!”
Jacqueline Sinatra wasn’t thinking about either one of her roommates as they made their way to their off-campus apartment. She was going to run her father’s corporation one day and she was determined to be prepared. And to make her parents proud. That was her goal. She went to college for a reason.
“Look y’all.” One of her roommates was pointing at a convoy of SUVs that were flying down the street toward them.
“Must be some dignitary who don’t give a damn about speed limits.”
But as soon as Jackie saw those SUVs flying, she somehow knew they were coming for her.
Her bodyguards, who were walking a few feet behind her and her roommates, immediately hurried to her and separated her from her friends as the SUVs stopped at the curb.
When the back passenger door flew open and Charles “Big Daddy” Sinatra stepped out, Jackie knew something was terribly wrong.
“Big Daddy, what’s wrong?” she asked him as her bodyguards hurried her toward the SUV. “Is it Mom?”
“No,” he replied.
“Is it Duke?”
“No.”
Just as Big Daddy was helping her inside the SUV, she stopped in her tracks. “Is it Daddy?”
That devastated look on her uncle’s handsome face said it all. “Get in,” he said.
Jackie’s heart dropped through her shoe as she hurried inside.
Big Daddy got back in, her bodyguards got in the last SUV, and the convoy took off.
Her roommates, still standing there, shook their heads. “I told you we should have never agreed to share an apartment with a mob boss daughter.”
“Jackie said he’s not a mob boss. He’s a businessman.”
“All this to pick up a businessman’s daughter? Girl bye.”
And even the more optimistic roommate knew better too.