The heavy red velvet curtains fell apart in the middle just enough to let the end of summer sun come dancing through sending a shard of bright light across the bedroom and across the face of Kendell Smith as she lay in the oversized bed alone. She flinched slightly, groaning and putting her face in the pillow. She had had a long night and didn’t fancy getting out of the bed just quite yet. She opened one eye with a grunt and looked toward the digital alarm clock which flashed on and off in red informing her that she had slept in yet again. With a loud sign she closed her eyes before pushing herself up so that she was sitting up in bed. The rubbed her eyes and looked at the clock again and then smiled. Any other morning she would she would have just stayed in bed but today was special. Today was the day her Father’s estate was officially signed over to her. Her father had been dead for months now but because of loop hole in the legal proceedings she had to wait to officially become the heir to the empire her father had built. She pushed herself around and put her two feet flat on the floor. Her bed attire was what was to be expected from Kendell, instead of a lacy negligee she had opted for a long Led Zeppelin t-shirt which stopped mid thigh revealing her long tanned legs. She yawned, contemplating how long it would take her to get ready and get to the courthouse so that she could be officially named sol heir to the Luciano millions.

Her day dream of riches was rudely interrupted when the door to her large bedroom swung open and a young girl walked in with her hands on her hip and a frown on her pink lips. The girl, who was no older than nineteen, wore oversized sunglasses and Chanel sundress, finished off by the frown across her face.

Girl: “Kendell! Why the hell aren’t you ready? You where supposed to meet me an hour ago?”

Kendell sighed deeply, the last thing she needed was a disgruntled teenager annoying her on the day she became a millionaire. The girl’s name was Brooke Scott and unfortunately she wasn’t just a random nutcase who had broken in to Kendell’s home. Brooke was the daughter her father’s second wife. Kendell’s mother had barely been in the ground and her father was walking up the aisle again with his secretary. It was almost the organised crime lord’s code of conduct. It looked bad that the head of the Luciano family’s wife had killed herself so to take the attention away from the morbid suicide of his wife he decided to marry again, although it was almost a financial arrangement rather than love at first site. Brooke’s mother had been power hungry and thirsty for money and although Kendell had grown up resenting her she had learned so much from her that she used to her own advantage as the years passed on.

Brooke was the American girl next door, perfect complexion, long blonde hair and award winning smile. She was the cheerleader and the prom queen you’d have expected her to be. Of course she still had a lot of the same traits as Kendell mostly because of her money grabbing whore of a mother passing on her genes. Brooke had been the girl who would try sleep with Kendell’s boyfriends when she was just thirteen. She craved the attention, the spot light and the materials that seemed to have been showered on Kendell, after all Kendell was her father’s only child and Brooke was the spawn of a one night stand between her whore mother and a ‘performer’, loosely translated into ‘stripper’.

Kendell Smith: “Who the hell let you in?”

Brooke: “I still have a key. This used to be my home, remember?”

Kendell Smith: “This was never your home, you just lodged here.”

Brooke: “Whatever, we have to get the courthouse and sort out this whole money issue.”

Kendell Smith: “There’s nothing to sort out, the money is mine Brooke you and you’re mother are wasting your time coming today.”

Brooke: “That man was the closest thing to a father I have ever had. He raised me!”

Kendell Smith: “You mean his money raised you. He had no interest in you as a person, you know it as well as I do so wipe away those crocodile tears dear, they won’t work on me, save them for the courthouse.”

Brooke: “Well I had to live with you for nearly ten years so I have to be entitled to at least two million.”

Kendell Smith: “Don’t hold your breath. The Lawyer already confirmed that you’re not on the will.”

Brooke: “Well the why has there been a delay in the inheritance? My mom said that it’s because there’s another heir to the inheritance and estate.”

Kendell chose not to answer, instead standing up and going over to the large window on the far side of the room and pulling open the heavy curtains letting the sun seep into the room and devour everything in its yellow glow. She had originally wanted to go to the I heritance hearing on her own but Brooke’s mother had insisted that they went as a ‘family’ in her father’s memory which she could only assume was a tactic to win sympathy and possibly a nice little nest egg for her and her bastard child. She would take pleasure in watching them both find out that they weren’t getting a cent more than the amount that was originally discussed. Kendell opened the wardrobe and pulled out a knee length Dior dress which she slipped her long legs into and pulled up over her hips before turning away from Brooke and pulling the Led Zeppelin t-shirt up and over her head, replacing it with the black material of the dress which clung to her a little too provocatively for such an early hour of the morning. There was no time for a quick shower, she was already well over an hour late, so instead she brushed her teeth quickly in the adjacent bathroom and ran a brush through her tossed hair before coating her lips in red and applying little make up. Even without the effort she still looked stunning, natural beauty was a gift from God. She slipped her feet into expensive sandals and grabbed the car keys from the bed side locker.

Kendell Smith: “Come on then, let’s go.”

Brooke: “…About time.”

Kendell just looked at Brooke and sniggered, before turning and walking out the door as Brooke scrambled behind her trying to keep up with her long eloquent strides. They stepped outside the large house into the New York summer heat. Kendell pressed the button on the car keys resulting in a ‘beep beep’ from the yellow Lamborghini on the far side of the drive way. As the doors lifted Kendell looked towards Brooke who looked at the half a million dollar car with resentment rising up in her eyes. Kendell couldn’t keep the smirk from her face, watching Brooke get bent out of shape because she would never be her gave her reason to gloat. Kendell slid herself into the driver’s seat motioning to Brooke to get into the car. Brooke was like a child in a toy store as she fiddled around with the inside of the car accidentally opening the dash and sending a small plastic back of white powder tumbling out on to her lap.

Brooke: “I see you’re living the high life. Father would be rolling in his grave.”

Kendell Smith: “First of all, he’s not your father, your father was a man named Fabio who got his cock out for dollar bills and second of all MY father is too busy rotting in hell to care about what I spend my inheritance money on.”

Brooke: “Whatever Kendell, you think you’re better than everybody else, you need to star growing up.”

Kendell Smith: “Sure I do.”

Brooke: “I mean how old are you now? Twenty four and all you do is snort coke and fuck strangers.”

Kendell Smith: “Living the dream.”

Brooke: “If that’s what you want from life. Speaking of which what happened with the last bit of cock you where indulging in?”

Kendell took her eyes of the road just long enough to raise her eyebrow and look at Brooke quizzically. She had no idea what she was talking back and frankly was a little weirded out that her little “sister” had been stalking her.

Kendell Smith: “Are you following me around Brookey? Need some sex advice? Play with their balls they’re into that.”

Brooke: “Trust me Kendell if I could get Danny Raymond into bed I’d do more than that. If I had a man like that in my bed he wouldn’t be getting away that easily, you obviously where doing something a little wrong.”

Kendell Smith: “Take note little girl, I never do anything wrong and Danny Raymond was just one of those things to pass the time. I’ll never be the Moniques of the World who want to settle down and start a family. I’m not part of that little house on the prairie mentality.”

Brooke: “Oh really?”

Kendell Smith: “Yep. Really, my life is drinking, sniffing, gigging and wrestling there’s no space in there for settling down.”

Brooke: “And here I was thinking that wrestling was just another way for you to fuck good looking men. I guess there’s more to this little career choice than meets the eye.”

Kendell Smith: “Not that it’s any of your business but I started wrestling professionally for the love of the sport and for no other reason.”

Brooke: “Well just so you know I’ll be watching you’re match on Monday with a Curt what’s-his-name t-shirt on.”

Kendell Smith: “Oh Brooke, always following losers.”

Brooke: “Well Curt seems to think he has your number, I was watching his thing on television the other night. I wouldn’t usually watch that kind of tripe but ever since you got involved in the whole wrestling circle I’ve been riveted by it. I mean anything that can get you away from a mirror long enough to concentrate on somebody else must be pretty amazing.”

Kendell Smith: “Curt can think what he wants to think, the fact is however I’m the better person stepping in to this ring. I have beaten wrestlers that would wipe the floor with someone as mediocre as Curt Evan’s I mean even Icon beat the guy.”

Brooke: “Wait… didn’t you lose your last match to him?”

Kendell Smith: “Lose? No. Not win? Yes. It was under special circumstances which I’m not going to discuss with a snot nosed teenager, but I wasn’t myself that night. I wasn’t in the right frame of mind physically or mentally to take him on one hundred percent but I will be when I take on Curt on Monday night.”

Brooke: “Teenager? I’m twenty next week!”

Kendell Smith: “In my eyes Brooke you’ll always be the thirteen year old I caught trying on my bras.”

Brooke: “I may be trying on that pretty belt of yours, or Curt’s since you stole it.”

Kendell Smith: “I didn’t steal it, I saved it. Mediocre players like Curt shouldn’t even be given the chance to put their hands on such a thing. I mean the man is terrified to step into the ring with a woman, he may not have said that but it’s true. He shouldn’t be ashamed by it though so many men have been in the same position as he is, terrified that their pride will be dinted by a woman. The guy only barely won the title at Midsummer Nightmare and now a week later he expects to step back into the ring against me and take home a title he claims is rightfully his? I mean I hate to pull this card but, doesn’t he know who I am? I’m the woman that stepped into the ring against both Icon and Stryfe and took home the belt after just a couple of weeks. I mean Icon and Stryfe, two men who have done a hell of a lot more in UWF than he has. Thinking you can waltz in to a ring a beat me is the rock many a wrestler has perished on. I have sat at home doing nothing for the last five months except outline how I will once again become a champion, how I will once again hold the title and officially call it mine, I’m not going to sit back and have those dreams taken from me because an over the hill wrestler wants his fifteen minutes of fame. He should be going after the second rate Uncensored title and leave the Adrenaline title to the real stars.”

Brooke: “Over confident much?”

Kendell Smith: “It’s not over confidence when it can be backed up, but what would you know, you’ve spent your life sponging off the success of others. Not only am I a better wrestler than Curt but his mock determination comes no where close to the determination that has built up in me over the past few months.”

Brooke: “Just don’t fuck him that seems to be what threw you off in Madison Square Gardens is it not?”

It was Brooke’s turn to be smug now, looking at Kendell with mock concern that still could not hide the smirk on her pretty face. Ever since she was a child she had loved to get under Kendell’s skin and paying attention to things happening in Kendell’s personal life gave her the ammunition she needed to wipe the smile from Kendell’s face which gave her pleasure beyond comprehension. Rather than answer any more of Brooke’s prying questions Kendell flicked the switch on the side of the steering wheel filling the car with the sounds of ‘Placebo’ in hopes of drowning out Brooke’s annoying voice as they pulled into the East Hampton village where Kendell’s family lawyer’s office resided.

Brooke: “About time, I thought I was going to die in this car. You drive like a maniac.”

Kendell Smith: “Well when you have the money I have you can afford to drive any way you want, but of course you wouldn’t understand that.”

Kendell pulled the car into a parking space just in front of the large office building and shut off the engine grabbing her small clutch purse and pushing herself up out of the low Lamborghini seats. She slipped the sunglasses from her hair down on to her face and watched as Brooke struggled to keep her composure as she got out of the car. Rather than lend her step sister a hand she watched and smiled until Brooke eventually got to her feet, brushing herself down and trying to regain he composure before trying to slam the car door. Kendell turned on her heels and began to make her way into the large reception area.

The lobby of the building was large and marble and consisted of many desks, one for each business. Kendell glanced around for second trying to find the desk of her lawyer’s firm before making her way over with Brooke in tow and explaining to the receptionist that she why she was there and why she was late. The receptionist let her go ahead to the lawyer’s office. After two minutes in an elevator listening to Brooke continuously go on about how her hair do really accentuated the shape of her face while she stared in the mirrors they eventually reached the lawyer’s office. Kendell pushed open the door. Behind the desk sat Anthony Vercetti, he had been the Luciano families Lawyer for as long as she could remember he was pushing sixty and his bad comb over only made him look older. In front of the desk sat Livia Scott, her step mother. Her skin looked aged from the mountains of make up she wore and the extensive sun bed use. She looked stereotypically Italian except for her bleached blonde hair which made her look like Victoria Gotti.

Livia Scott: “Hi Kendell, you’re late we’ve been sitting here waiting for you. It’s good to see you again; it’s been soooo long honey.”

The fake sweetness in her voice was almost sickening as Kendell just nodded in the direction of Livia and grunted ‘hello’ under her breath before making her way across the room to the chair facing Mr. Vercetti who extended his large hand t her with a smile on his sweaty over weight face.

Anthony Vercetti: “Nice to see you again Kendell, you are getting prettier as the days go on. I remember when you where just a little girl clinging to Daddy’s leg.”

Livia Scott: “She was such a pretty child and a Daddy’s girl. The apple of her fathers eye but she never really appreciated it. Always been a loner this one, never seemed to make friends easily, always kept to herself, very like her father I’m sure you’ll agree Mr. Vercetti.”

Anthony Vercetti: “I’m not sure about that Livia but she certainly has her mother’s large blue eyes.”

That shut Livia up. She hated speaking about Kendell’s mother, Kendell could only assume this was because she had tried to step into her mothers shoes for over eighteen years and failed miserably.

Anthony Vercetti: “Well we finally can get the ball rolling on the inheritance. The paper work has been all done and dusted and it’s just a matter now of splitting the assets among Mr. Luciano’s family and close friends as he had wished.”

Kendell Smith: “Great, where do I sign, I’d like to get out of here as soon as possible.”

Anthony Vercetti: “Well that’s the thing Kendell; it’s not as simple as that. There have been new developments in the will and although you signed originally for the inheritance back in April well, things have changed slightly.”

Kendell Smith: “Changed? How could they have changed?”

Anthony Vercetti: “Well after looking closely at the documents your father left behind it seems you are not the sole heir to his estate although you still receive the majority of the assets thirty five percent of it will still be going elsewhere.”

Kendell looked at Livia who couldn’t hide the glee on her face at the possibility of gaining more money from the death of her father. Livia had already received well over the million mark when the inheritance was first declared but that was without the assets and the businesses which made up the majority of the Luciano estate. Livia had spent the last eighteen years bleeding Kendell’s father for money and it looked like it was all about to pay off. Kendell glanced over her shoulder at Brooke who sat on a chair at the far side of the room flashing Kendell her smug smile.

Anthony Versetti: “Mr. Luciano wishes where to have his estate divided sixty five percent to thirty five percent between his children, a wish that he stated very clearly in his will.”

Livia Scott: “You’re father always had a big heart Kendell, he always looked upon Brooke like she was his own.”

Anthony Versetti: “I’m sorry Mrs. Luciano but that’s not what I meant. Mr. Luciano left none of his estate to Brooke; he left it divided between his two biological children.”

Kendell looked at Livia whose mouth dropped, a look of disgust now replacing the glee which had consumed her just moments before.

Livia Scott: “There must be a mistake, he only has one biological child and that’s Kendell.”

Kendell Smith: “She’s right Anthony; I don’t have any brothers or sisters.”

Anthony Vercetti: “I’m not sure how to tell you this Kendell but you have a brother, a younger brother. Your father had done some things in his life time he wasn’t proud of and didn’t speak of often but coming towards the end of his life he reflected in his regrets and tried to turn things around. It’s why the proceedings took so long; we had to use our resources to find your younger half brother.”

Kendell Smith: “You’re kidding me…”

Anthony continued to speak as he flicked through the pages of the file he held in his hands as he quoted legal mumbo jumbo to her. Kendell jumped up from the chair and snatched the file from his hands much to his dismay she began reading through the file.

Kendell Smith: “Wait, this here, this picture here, he’s my brother?”

Anthony Vercetti: “Sorry Kendell… that’s him.”

Kendell Smith: “But… I know him…. He’s in UWF…”