Chapter 2 Marianna

• Broad shoulders, a small waist and even though I can't see his ass, I know it's a good one. Probably even better than mine. He has this dark look about him but then again you can't be a pretty face and survive in the mafia world. His hair is dark and a few locks lay on his forehead. Suddenly I have this urge to brush them back but remind myself who he is. If he's here, then he's one of them. There's no emotion on his face and it's a little unnerving but I don't give a shit. Because he just spilled his drink all over me and now I have to change.
• "Excuse me?" He asks, his voice so deep and throaty that my lady parts tingle. Ugh, fine, I will admit it's sexy. But that's all you get.
• "Are you blind and deaf? Can't you see where you're going?"
• "I can ask you the same thing. Are you blind?"
• "Fuck you. I didn't spill any drinks on you. Besides, if you knew what's best for you, you wouldn't talk to me like that." His lips twitch, and I want to pour my drink down into his boxers. What the fuck is wrong with him? Why does he look like he's amused and not contrite?
• "And who are you?"
• "Asshole. I don't have time for this. Move out of my way before I decide I've had enough and break your ugly nose. " I push him aside and, surprisingly, he moves, but two more guys who look like his bodyguards block my way. The nerve. This is my fucking house, fucktards "Gentlemen, you so much as lay a finger on me and I will feed you your balls for dinner. Who's first?" I ask them with a voice that makes their steps falter. They look to their boss behind me and he must have told them not to do anything because they step aside and let me pass. "That's more like it. Good doggies" I coo. They clench their jaws but say nothing.
• Running upstairs, I quickly rip off my dress and take the black, backless silk dress that was my backup. Here's the thing. I don't just settle on one dress when I have places to go. I found out that sometimes when I wake up in the morning, the dress I picked out isn't as pretty as it was or I don't feel like wearing it. Hence the backups. This black number has a halter neck and settles on my curves in a soft but sexy way. It's more tame than the red one, but maybe it was for the best. Aside from the bareback, there's nothing special about it. Unless you count how much it's worth.
• When I get back to the party, I immediately spot Paulo, who visibly sighs in relief after seeing me. He raises his eyebrow in question to my outfit change, but I just shake my head. I look to my left and I see Padre motioning for me to join him. He's sitting on a chair in the corner and next to him is a small coffee table with an ashtray on top. There is another chair on the other side of the table, so I take it and cross my legs.
• "Did you change your dress?" he asks, even though I can tell he doesn't really care for the answer. His eyes are scanning the crowd for his next business partner. That or someone he can scam.
• "Yeah, some idiot spilled his drink on me. Seriously, why can't you throw these parties elsewhere? Like a hotel or a resort?" Somewhere I can fake getting into an accident so I don't have to attend them.
• "Because this is my house and I can do whatever the fuck I want," he replies casually. I want to piss him off so he'll ask me to leave, but I don't want to deal with his anger after the guests have left, so I say,
• "Fair enough. I wanted to ask... "
• "Evening, Lombardi." a voice cuts me off and I grit my teeth. Mostly because I don't like to be interrupted, but also because I know that voice. He's the same guy I bumped into earlier. Asshole.
• "Private conversation here. Wait for your turn," I say without looking at him.
• "Now Marianna, that is no way to treat our guests." Padre tells me then turns to the intruder "Ignore her and sit De Luca. We have much to discuss. " There's a beat of silence so I look up to find both men staring at me. Right. I'm occupying the only other chair available. Glaring at him, I get up and move to stand beside Padre.
• "Have you met my daughter? Marianna meet Cristiano De Luca. De Luca, my daughter Marianna." Padre introduces us and I just look at the hand that is stretched in front of me like it's a grenade. "Marianna," Padre warns, but I don't care.
• "He ruined my dress. I don't have to be nice to him. " Spinning around, I head to the kitchen. I need something sweet to calm me down. Judging by Padre's voice, I know he's up to something. Where will he send me this time? Antarctica? "Gianna cake, please. Preferably chocolate"
• "Who is it now Mari? " Gianna asks knowing if I want cake it's because someone pissed me off.
• "Some shithead. But don't worry, I didn't punch him." I tell her and add "yet". She just rolls her eyes and gets me a plate with my favorite cake on it. It doesn't take long before I'm licking the fork clean.
• I decide to go back to the party and ignore that idiot De Luca. I've heard of him, and I know he doesn't get along with Padre. They have some feud going on, but if he's here, then it's probably nothing. In this world, enemies and friends don't last forever. Everyone has an agenda and someone could drop dead in an instant. Hell, for all I know, Padre has already promised my hand in marriage to every asshole in this room.
• I fucking hate these parties because I never know when I'll be sold or to whom. What if it's a sadist? Or someone older than Padre? Fuck, the age doesn't even matter. It's their behavior that irks me. Anytime I see one of these men grab Gianna's or any other girl's asses and act like it's normal makes my blood boil. This is not a strip club. Hell, even the girls in strip clubs don't like it when people grab them without their consent. I might be a bitch, but even I understand the concept of consent. Unfortunately, most of the people surrounding me understand nothing. I doubt they know anything past drugs and killing.
• Which is why my fist is pounding into one of these fuckers. He approached me and I told him to go screw himself, but instead of leaving, he made a move to grab my ass. Like I'm some cheap prostitute. Being Marianna Lombardi means I have a price on my head, but I don't think this asshole can afford it. I'm aiming to break his nose when a hand grabs me by my waist and pulls me off him. I kick him in the face one last time just to get my point out there. Honestly, I didn't have to create a scene, but I just wanted someone to take out my anger on. Believe me, I have issues you wouldn't begin to imagine, but hey so long as I find an outlet, I'll be okay.
• "Good job Mari. Maybe next time break his nose or knock off his teeth. Yes?" Paulo says in my ear and I tuck my anger into the deep recess of my mind.
• "Sure. Now can you please unhand me?" he lets me go and while I straighten my dress, I see Padre approaching me with that De Luca moron. God help me if he says something I don't like, he'll be next.
• "Marianna, what did I say about creating a scene?" Padre asks. The look in his eyes would scare me if I wasn't used to it.
• "I kind of forgot. Maybe next time I'll write it down and walk around with the paper," I retort, not caring that he's angry. He glares at me before saying,
• "I have business in America, so while I'm there you will stay with De Luca. Maybe he can teach you a few lessons," he says, then walks away. A few lessons could range from slapping me around or fucking me and then letting his men do the same. I've just been sold to him and there can only be two outcomes. Either I spy on him and tell Padre something that might help him take down his enemy, or De Luca will use me and toss me. In that case, I won't be useful to any of them, which means if I'm lucky, they'll kill me. If not, I'll be sent to one of the clubs and sold to the highest bidder. Every day.
• Fuck me. Fuck them. And fuck everyone. I'm so tired of living like this. I won't take this lying down. I will fuck them both up so badly they'll wish they killed me tonight. I am not someone they can use and discard whenever they feel like it. I stretch my hand, ready to shake his. And when he takes it, I say,
• "De Luca, is it? I look forward to whoring myself to you. "
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