Casino

The past comes back to haunt you

Third person:

The next day, they both went in to Sophia's mafia base. It was very similar to that of Lando's but it was based in a rural castle to put it lightly. It was decorated very similarly to Lando's, as the women on the front desk greeted them. 

"Good morning Sophia, Lando. How are you both today?"

"Good thanks, how about you?"

"Perfectly well thanks for asking" she replied, smiling. They both walked upstairs to a meeting room, where they were about to discuss a big deal with partners in Russia. They were known to be difficult, not settling for less than what they ask; however, they were both determined to break this curse. 

They both walked into the meeting room, which had jet black chairs, with a black marble table, spots of glitter tracing the white lines. The room was painted a blinding white, with brass lights hanging from the ceiling. This was her favourite room: it wasn't as golden or traditional as the others, but instead had a modern feel, as well as being elegant. Sophia walked to a cupboard, getting out the authentic Russian vodka they had sent week prior to drink, requesting they had the bottle out during the meeting. She was nervous, but having Lando come along seemed to drown away her fears.

After the meeting ended and everyone left, Sophia moved to Lando's chair, sitting on his lap. "We did it Sophia, we got the deal, and on our terms this time. We make a pretty good team." he said, as we high fived. This made Sophia's day: the satisfaction of knowing that you got something you want. Inside, she had everything she ever needed. Sure, her father isn't here, but she had Lando. He was more to her than a boyfriend. He was her happiness, her good-vibes-guy, and he was everything. She couldn't help but smile thinking about it. "What are you smiling at?" Lando asked, giggling like a girl gossiping to her friend about secrets. "Nothing, just thinking how amazing you are for me" I spoke, still smiling. I looked at him as he placed a peck on the lips. "You're amazing for me too." His hands were running up her dress, down her back, giving chills down her spine. he raised an eyebrow at her expression, realising she liked it. He just laughed and carried on. Sophia was curious as to why her father discouraged this sort of thing: maybe her mother wasn't the right person? But he never went out to experience what loving another women might be like, because he was too afraid that they were going in for the money and money only. From the stories she got told by my father, she hated her mother, with much of her being. She was one of the reasons her father turned out to be a selfish arrogant man. She left her, without a mother figure: someone who is relatable and can experience the same as what you may be feeling. She was pulled out of thought when she felt a pair of lips against her collarbone. She turned to Lando, who sat there all smug. 

Sophia's POV:

We were silent, until Lando's voice echoes through my ears. 

"Move in with me." 

"What?" 

I was shocked. I didn't really expect Lando to be one of those people who would ask someone to move in with them, even just a friend, let alone his girlfriend. He was the antisocial type: doesn't like to go out often and wants to play video games all day. I felt flattered to be honest. 

"It'll be fun. First of all you can rent out your apartment to people visiting the base for business. It'll get you some cash. Also, if you have distant relatives, or my parents come from Bristol, then they can stay here. Plus, I think it'll be fun for us to live together: you can start coming to race weekends e.c.t"

I had to think for a second. It meant  me moving out of my childhood home; however, I still technically could still use the house and keep it. It wasn't a bad shout from Lando. Plus, who would do all the cooking in the house?

"You know what. Let's do it!"

"YES! I'm so happy right now, with you I'm always happy" he said, as his forehead was pressed against mine. I couldn't help but laugh a little before our lips touched again.  We fell into a passionate kiss, one of which bought be joy and happiness. When we pulled away, I had to portray my excitement.

"WE'RE GONNA LIVE TOGETHER!" I squealed with excitement, Lando's face had a grin plastered from corner to corner. 

---Couple of days later---

"Move it to the right. No the other right Lando" I said. We did the most British thing and we went shopping for essentials in IKEA. Well, we didn't expect to come out with a new bed, a shoe rack and a new wardrobe, but that's going to IKEA on a Sunday afternoon for you. We struggled the bedframe up the stairs, and we placed it down just outside the bedroom. "We need to repaint your bedroom, cause it won't match the wardrobe or bed." 

"You mean OUR bedroom, not just mine. And yeah, I agree. I was thinking behind the headboard a dark stormy grey, with the rest of the room a lighter grey? We can add some fanart I've been given/sent to give the lighter walls a pop of colour, maybe a picture of you and me too?" 

"Wow Norris, you just took the words out of my mouth." I laughed, as we went downstairs, put on our shoes, and off we went to grab some paint. When we got back, we got to work. Lando began flicking paint onto me, so I did the same. We had a full on paint war before we carried on painting, laughing our heads off. We were done by 8pm, when we began to assemble the bed. That boy has no sense of direction at all. Once we were done, we began the wardrobe and then decided to call it a night. We both tucked up close together, as we both began to drift off. "Welcome home roomie" he whispered into my ear, making me smile as well as he. 

We slept like logs, but today we had meetings at my mafia base. We went up there, the meeting going according to plan. Me and Lando began sharing some seductive looks at each other during it, and it made me a rose petal. I blushed hard, and Lando found it cute. After the meeting, we were exchanging kisses when a knock pulled us apart. I was sat on his lap identical to a couple of days ago. Me and Lando both exchanged look, as I slid off of his lap and to the blinds, where I could see a women stood outside. I didn't recognise her, so I went back to Lando's lap, yelling "Come in" as I did so. The women stood in the doorway, tall and fair. She had olive skin, very similar to mine, and lips lined with red. The next lines rang in my head, as I was unable to stop thinking about them:

"Are you Sophia?" 

"Yes I run this place. Excuse me for being rude but who are you? I don't recognise you."

"Sophia, my name is Vanessa. I'm your mother."