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6. Taking over the world

An attractive young couple, full of ambition and the indomitable will that can make big changes, not only in the state, but in the whole world. That had been the article People magazine had written about them. It had been Doflamingo’s idea- wasn’t always everything his idea after all?- to appear in that magazine. Law and her were his biggest wager in the boardgame. Both of them were his pawns, and although it was Law the one running for governor, both of them had the chances to become the  queen . 

So far they hadn’t questioned him, but she was certain Law knew what he was up to, and both could foresee the plan, even if it was just a mere glimpse of it. It was enough to keep them in place, to keep following his orders, letting him pull his strings and let him think they were still his marionettes. While they were his puppets, they wouldn’t be puppets for long.

Monet knew Law had a plan, what he didn’t know was if she would partake in it or not. 

She found it hard not to fidget with the edge of the skirt of her dress as she awaited for the results, and she almost jumped in place when the phone rang. Law had been smoking, the tv off, the phone silenced, waiting for her to tell him if he had won or not.

Monet didn’t even need to unlock her phone to read the message, the congratulations being more than enough for her to know that her husband had won. She stood up from her seat, letting out a breath she didn’t know she had been holding and she walked towards the misty room in which Law had for sure smoked a whole cigarette box. Her heels made a clicking sound on the wooden floor until she stepped on the carpet, which muffled her steps. 

She took the cigarette from his fingers and put it out on the ashtray on the table.

— ❝ You are gonna have to quit smoking now that you are Governor, don’t you think?❞

She said, but the smile that threatened to break her lips did ruin the scolding. She didn’t truly mind though.

Monet could heard the light chuckle leaving her husband’s lips, and see the corners of his mouth tilting upwards, forming his trademark smirk: confident, smug and satisfied. 

— ❝ What do you want to do now? We shall meet the press, they’ll be expecting you to give a victory speech…❞

Which meant they would have to leave their comfortable hotel room, but Law didn’t seem to want to leave just yet. He placed his hands on her hips, bringing her closer. Monet placed her hands on his shoulders as he looked up to her, that smirk still playing on his lips. 

— ❝ We can do this later. Now the press is waiting for you, and I’m sure Doflamingo is already calling you.❞

 Any other men would have been beyond satisfied with being governor with only 32, but Law wasn’t. She didn’t know why, but she knew he wasn’t satisfied yet, and curiosity got the best of her.

— ❝ Shouldn’t you celebrate? Or what else do you want, Law?❞ 

 It was then when his eyes fell upon the White House picture on the wall, and the corner of mouth tilted upwards, showing a glimpse of his perfect white teeth. He didn’t have to say a word for her to understand. 
Monet had imagined that that had been Doflamingo’s goal since the very beginning, but knowing that it was Law’s too only intrigued her. She knew that there had to be reasons behind it, but at that moment all her attention was drawn to the hands that were suddenly under her skirt, slowly pulling it upwards. 

Monet knew they didn’t have time, and she was about to remind him when there was a knock on the door and a grunt left Law’s lips. 

Of course, it was Doflamingo on the other side of the door, and he didn’t even wait for Law to invite him to come in.