Welcome to The Business

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So, this is my last chapter, and I would like to thank everyone who has read and reviewed, you're all awesome and have really helped this story go along and get as much attention as it has. By far, the reviews on this story alone have exceeded that of even my first ever story. I hope you have all enjoyed readin this as much as I have enjoyed writing it.

Enjoy the final chapter!

Brick started to explain to the children about their life style and how it came to be. He explained how Adriana, their grandmother, was a mafia child, her father being the head of the head family in the Italian mafia, how their father married her and started up Joneson Inc. an insurance company that was also mafia work. How they were thrown into at age seven and have been in it ever since.

"How did mom get involved?" Brenden asked. He knew about his parents childhood past, how no one would've guessed how things would've gone, at least, he thought he knew that much about his mother and father.

"Brenden, kids, you know that my sisters and I were once heroines, but as things and technology advanced and we got into higher grades, we sorta let that go, we trained the police. But how we got into this was entirely different." Blossom said. The kids looked at her, waiting for her or the others to speak.

"Our once step mother Megan convinced our father to take out a loan from Joneson Inc. as part of that loan, we were placed on it once they found out who they were doing business with. With that, and that they couldn't pay them back, we were signed over to them in trade for their lives and failure to pay." Blossom said. The six teens sat there, reeling in the information.

"Now beforehand, we had no clue. We were dating your father's beforehand for a few months and had grown to care for them. They gave us a job when we couldn't find one. They did more than we can describe, but when we found out about the loan, naturally we were upset, but more with our father and previous step mother than with your fathers." Buttercup said.

"In essence they got us out of that awful home." Bubbles said.

"Was it really that bad?" Baileen asked. Bubbles nodded and told them of what kind of hell they went through living with Megan.

"But your marriage?" Bruce asked.

"It was inevitable." Buttercup said.

"Because of the loan?" Baily asked.

"No, because we actually do love your mothers." Brick said.

"Don't you think we felt like horrible people for having their parents sign them over, that we felt like we had given them a price? We felt disgusted with ourselves, but yet at the same time, we learned that they would be happier away from home than at home. It made us feel a little better about what we did." Butch said.

"So, I get the feeling this is leading up to something." Brenden said.

"You're perceptive, just as your father." Maurice chuckled.

"Yes. We waited until you were thirteen to tell you this because we wanted you to have a semi-normal childhood. We want you to join in the family work, both the office and the mafia work. After all, if you're going to run this company one day, shouldn't you start learning now?" Brick asked with a smirk. The six teens were silent. They had learned everything about their parents, all their dirty secrets and all their baggage, learned that both of them had been robbed of a childhood and went into this and continued. They had learned that there were times when those at home meetings were really interrogations that usually ended badly for poor sucker to get caught, learned that their parents were masterminds at covering up the evidence and that those who usually tried to screw them over were those who were at the end of their rope and had, in essence, no family or friends to miss them. They had learned that their father had been killing since a young age and their mother had helped even when they were pregnant with them and their siblings, but only those who were going to try and hurt them, their family, their jobs, or their reputation. After thinking this all over the five children looked to Brenden, their leader and the oldest child, and noticed a small smirk curling the corners of his mouth.

"When do we start?" Brenden asked in an all too smooth tone.

"There's a big meeting tomorrow, and then an at home 'meeting', you'll start your training then." Blossom and Brick said. They six teens all smiled and then once they were dismissed they got up.

"Oh, and one more thing." Butch said. They all stopped and looked back.

"Not a word of this to your younger siblings, give them the same courtesy we gave you and let them have a childhood." Buttercup said. They nodded and left.

"It makes sense." Bijou said with a smile.

"Yup, and now we know why, so let's make our parents proud." Brenden smiled as they walked through the large estate of their land.

The next day

They made sure to dress in business attire, since they had plenty for those special occasions such as galas, parties, charity events, and so on. They were nervous beyond compare but they wanted to do this. Getting in the car with their parents they rode in silence on the way to Joneson Inc.

"You two seem awfully quiet." Blossom said sincerely.

"A lot on the mind." Brenden said.

"Understood." Blossom said. Then it occurred to them, did their father ever say the same thing to her when they were younger, before their mother's even knew of the life they led. They had to think of their parents with that whole new light on them, they had to wonder what it felt like for their father to go through the whole first few months of the relationship with their mother not telling her everything. Pulling into the parking lot Brick got out of his side and flew over to Blossoms to open her door for her. Brenden and Baily got out of the car and followed their parents up to the meeting room. They remember when they were three how they had once gotten to go to work with their mother and hid under the table for two hours until Brick found them. Yes, they were punished for scaring their parents, but they had fun about it.

Now here they were, walking into the room with their parents and seeing all the other business CEO's gathered in one place. There were two that the six teens knew, a married couple that was deemed as the rudest and most ill-successful, Reginald and Princess Morgonson, though Princess still preferred to be called Morbucks. They had a son who went to school with their younger siblings, and luckily, he wasn't here, and a daughter who was in the same grade as their youngest siblings. Brenden nearly gagged when he saw her make the eyes at his father.

"Brick, who are these two?" Princess hissed at Brenden and Baily.

"My and Blossom's eldest sons, Brenden and Baily. We figured it was about time they started learning the family business." Brick said, resting a hand on each of his son's shoulders. Princess scrunched her nose at them before turning around and twitching away. They were a constant reminder of the man she had lost to her most hated rival, Blossom. They took their seats at the head of the table with their parents and listened astutely to what was being said and understanding it best they could with an occasional look to their parents for help. When customer satisfaction came up Princess had to butt in.

"Well, my company's business has had better customer service this year by far." Princess proclaimed. No one there remotely believed her. Bijou put her hand up against the table and looked to her father.

"Go on." Boomer said. Bijou smiled.

"Last time I looked at your company's home page, I saw more complaints about the lack of customer service than how well it was, and upon further research I saw that more of your customers had switched to either Joneson Inc. or Hinari Ind." Bijou pointed out.

"And that would of course link to the Human Resource Manager, and from what I read, they don't seem to care that much about the customer." Beatrice said.

"I know they don't because to test said reviews I called them up and when they transferred me to Jason he answered and told me he was too busy to help me with whatever problem I was having and then followed by a few choice phrases I'd rather not repeat and then hung up on me. Completely rude." Baileen said.

"This then lowers the amount of people who invest into you, thus lowering your stocks and overall reputation." Baily stated. Princess glared at them while the other CEO's stared in awe at the six children. As the meeting continued on, the adults in the room, besides Princess and Reginald, were growing to like the company of the six teens, who had these wonderful and interestingly brilliant ideas as to how to increase certain things, though they could tell these kids weren't telling them everything, probably saving the details for their own family company, but they felt free to discuss it when the subjects and questions came up.

The meeting just started to wrap up and the other CEO's were still impressed with the six Joneson children.

"I must say, the children were very insightful." One woman said to Brick and Blossom.

"Yes, children do tend to have the most interesting and somehow brilliant ideas." Another said to Buttercup and Butch.

"And their ideas are always with the best of intentions." Another smiled to Bubbles and Boomer.

"They're learned well." One commented.

"They just started learning actually." Blossom said.

"They must have the mind for it." Another commented.

"Especially your boys." Another said to Brick and Blossom. They looked over to see Brenden talking to a man from China, speaking fluently in Chinese.

"I still don't get how he learned that." Bijou said.

"Bijou, we know multiple languages too." Baileen said.

"But it always takes me about five minutes to figure out what I'm going to say. Brenden and Baily just do." Bijou said.

"And your girls are defiantly the social ones, very ready for working with customers." Another said to Bubbles and Boomer.

"And your son and daughter seem to be more than ready for human resources and security." Another said to Butch and Buttercup. They all talked for a little while longer before Brick glanced down at his watch.

"Well, thank you all for coming. We have other matters to attend to, meeting at home and such." Brick said with a shrug. They all left the office and Princess continued to stare at Brick lustfully. Blossom shot Princess a warning glare and Princess skittered to her car with her husband.

"She's gross." Baily said once the door closed.

"She's always been like that since I was your age." Brick said.

"Gross." Both of them groaned as they rode with their parents back to their estate. Walking into the home they walked to the area they had once been forbidden from.

"So that's why we weren't allowed back here." Baily said as they walked past the doors.

"Correct." Brick said.

"We didn't want you to find out like that." Blossom said before they were joined by their siblings and their children. Walking into a dimly lit room and saw no one in there.

"This is the lobby where your mothers wait if the rat starts to bite." Butch said.

"Men start the investigation with force, women go in and use our wiles to get the information out of them, and then we're forceful." Blossom smiled.

"So Brenden, Baily and Bruce, follow us, and we'll call for the women if they are needed." Brick said. The three younger men followed the others into the room and saw a man strapped to a chair and he looked half feral.

Just watch as we do. Brick instructed them mentally. The boys nodded as they got into a back corner and observed their fathers work.

"Come on with it now, you know you did it." Brick said calmly after ten minutes initially. The man was stubborn.

"Nothin you don't deserve you scum." The man hissed. Butch punched the man hard, making his chair fall over and Boomer kicked him to the gut while he was down. Why this didn't disturb Brenden, Baily or Bruce was astounding to even Butch and Brick, since they had never been raised with it.

"Brenden, please pick the man's chair back up." Brick asked. Brenden nodded.

"A child doing your work. Listen kid, you're in the wrong line of business." The man tried to beg.

"In case you're too stupid to notice, I'm the son of the red haired man; my brother is over in the corner with my cousin, the son of the black haired man. So don't think you can weasel your way out of this." Brenden growled as he set the man upright. The man stared at him before using every ounce of strength left in him to lunge towards Brenden only to be met with flames. The others in the room pulled the man away from Brenden who had stopped his attack and patted the fires down. Five minutes passed and they had yet to get the man to talk. Brick looked to the door and in stepped his mother, aunts, and cousins. Buttercup was first to walk over, it seemed ritualistic in a sense, and a waft of smoke trailed out of her mouth before she manipulated it to go into the man's nose, making him woozy. Bubbles then looked to Blossom and she nodded.

"Now, let's get all those pent up secrets out of you. Who made you do this and what was your reasoning for doing this?" Bubbles asked in an all too innocent tone, something Bijou and Baileen could do quite easily. The man began to spout off everything and Bubbles stood attentively, her hand resting on his shoulder as he talked continuously.

"…And now that I've gotten that out, what do ya say we go somewhere private?" The man said. The instant tension fizzled in the air and the rumbling beneath their feet told them Boomer did not like this, though his face remained stone.

"Sorry, not going to happen." Blossom said, guiding her sister to the side.

"An' why not?" the man shouted. Blossom rolled her eyes as she walked to the keypad and punched in a few numbers before the man began to slide back into the next room.

"Well, that's obvious. You see the three men that were interrogating you, they're our husbands, and the six children are ours." Blossom said.

"And besides, I would never lower myself to someone like you, a fraudulent black mailer." Bubbles hissed before the door closed.

"You have the option of going to the Termination room." Buttercup said.

"Yup." All six replied.

"Most parents would be concerned, but in our family, this is accepted." Brick chuckled as they walked with them.

"Dad, most families aren't the Italian mafia. I think we were programmed to be able to withstand these sorts of situations." Brenden said.

"Yeah, considering yours and moms original creation intentions, it was in your genetics." Baily added.

"So it got passed down to us." Beatrice stated. Upon entering the room, the teens watched and were even allowed to partake, which they did, in the termination process and then the meeting was done. Their parents rehashed the 'do not tell your younger siblings or friends' speech before they left the forbidden area and went on their way.

"Our family may be a little weird and messed up and full of secrets." Baily chuckled.

"But, I couldn't ask for a better one." Brenden replied, earning nods from their cousins in agreement, unaware that their parents were watching.

"We did good Blossom, we did good." Brick chuckled, his arm around her shoulders.

"Yes, we did didn't we." Blossom smiled.

"I just still, even after thirteen years of marriage, find it ironic that we were such polar opposites when we were kids and now look at us, raising a family." Bubbles giggled.

"No kidding right." Boomer chuckled.

"You know what I find ironic about this whole thing." Butch chuckled.

"And what would that be?" the three women asked while his brothers smiled.

"That the three good girls, who could do no wrong and were perfect, law abiding citizens, are now married and have children, willingly mind you, to not only their once archenemies, but married to mafia men and partake in their life style and are happy just the same." Butch chuckled. The girls thought this over, taking in everything, and knowing that he was right, simply smiled up at their husbands and rested their heads on their chests without a care in the world. They were happy, their children were thriving, and as far as they were concerned, no one other than family and a few close trustworthy friends knew about their lifestyle.

"Happiness comes in all sorts of mysterious ways." Bubbles said.

"Sometimes, even the reverse of what you know is right." Buttercup added.

"But, who are we to question the obstacles life throws at us? Everything happens for a reason, and if we were created for this purpose alone, to marry and be mobsters and have wonderful children, then I wouldn't change a thing about it." Blossom said smiling.

"You're right." All three men added.

"Of course I am; I'm your wife." All the women chuckled before kissing their husbands sweetly, savoring the moment and looking forward to the future and all it would bring for their children, and by what they could see now, the future looked bright.

~Fin~

So, I hope you liked it. Not likely to do a sequel, but I may work on other PPG stories. But for now, I will take a month off so I can focus on school and get the several other story ideas sorted, planned, and started. Curse my overactive imagination. Please R&R, and again, to all my favorites, followers, and reviewers, you're all awesome!