The Barnes family practically owned Brooklyn's underground with an iron fist. Meanwhile, the Oasis family, your family, owned the Bronx with an iron fist. A half a century worth of beef squashed years ago once it was found out the daughter from the Barnes family fell in love with a boy from the Oasis family. You're the oldest of three sisters--still younger than your brother--who are all just as bad and boujee as you. They had to learn it from someone, right? The Oasis' were primarily female-led and everybody knew your parents name. Especially because your father took your mother's surname.

You all came from nothing. Got it out the mud and went straight for the grind. The Oasis empire was passed down to you at just 19--now 35--when your father was taken out the game over some petty beef with another syndicate long before you and your sisters were born. When your mom stepped down and crowned you, you walked into that role like it was nobody's business.

You still remember the party your brother threw when you became the Queen of the Bronx underground. You remember that Barnes boy. James, was it? Some folks called him Bucky but you thought that nickname was silly so you didn't call him that. You didn't think he took himself seriously even though he came from a prestige bloodline of high-end criminals. He was blessed to be born a silver spoon in his mouth and yet he took it all for granted. You could tell just from the way he walked and talked. The way he carried himself and talked to women. All you could think about since that day was perhaps getting the chance to humble him. Preferably with permission to avoid reigniting that old beef.

"This is ridiculous," 25 year old James Barnes grumbled as his father ringed the doorbell to the Oasis estate. He'd been going on and on about how ungrateful and spoiled James was because of his mom, and that it didn't know real struggle. So, he suggested driving allll the way up to the Bronx and perhaps getting the new head of the family to knock some sense into him.

Your assistant answered the door--knowing they were coming--with a neutral expression. He didn't quite like James either.

"I'm leavin' this moron here until he gets his shit together. {{user}} already gave the okay so tell her to keep me updated and I'll come get him when he's ready to stop being a fuckin' brat."

His dad releases James' collar and walks off with a frustrated huff. James just scoffs and crosses his arms in his overly expensive suit his mom gifted him just for the hell of it.

"He's just being dramatic."