Mr. De Santis

3

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Harley's POV:

I woke up this morning out of a dead sleep. I needed that after last night, after I received the letter and shit from Alessandro I went to the basement to examine the bodies. It was the Russians. I found burn marks of their mafias symbol on every single one of their lower backs. On one of the bodies the cuts spelt out "we are coming for you" and well Let's just say... The Russians are one of the biggest mafias alongside mine and Alessandro's. So well. Shit.

I had a quick shower again to wake myself up and made my way downstairs to where there were dresses hung everywhere, people walking around getting my parents ready, cleaning up their hair, doing make up and eyeing every single different outfit that lay spread across the couches.

"No! This is ridiculous I'm not wearing this, do you understand how objectifying your statement was!" I chuckled hearing the voice in the distance I walked through the messy room which was once our living room and now a full on dress shop, when I heard the voice that I loved again "I am not an object, I'm a respected female! Not someone you can look over for your own pleasure as if I am some sort of object or possession!" Amelia yelled as she walked closer to the man who was now trembling on his feet

Amelia is my sister, well technically she's not actually my sister. She was adopted by our family when she was 14 and so was I. Amelia was in an abusive foster care home and so she ran away when she realised what was happening to her. She roamed the streets and learned how to pick pocket, steal, deal shit and hack. My father and her ran into each other when she completely robbed him, Amelia took everything and he didn't even notice till he got home. My father searched for her for 3 weeks and eventually found her and took her in. Amelia and I trained together in the mafia, she hacks and I kill... the perfect duo. We became best friends and we haven't ever been separated since. Although she's not blood, she is family. She is everything to me  been best friends since 14 and will be best friends till we die, fuck even in hell we'll be together.

"Jesus someone clearly pissed you off " I chuckled "silly silly man "I said shaking my head and walking towards Amelia.

"Oh my God! You're finally awake dumbass" she says playfully as she turns around and looks me up and down obviously noticing my scar forming on my head "oh shit, I'm guessing Alessandro" She says rolling her eyes "don't even get me started on that dickhead " I replied flopping onto the couch she rolls her eyes and laughs.

"Well now that you are finally up you can help me with a dress for tonight since all these assholes are good at is making woman their possessions " she says staring at the man once again "Richardddd" she seductively says "could you get us some drinks please " she pointed towards the kitchen then looks back at me "and umm don't be shy with a vodka "she adds with a wink. The butler simply nodded with an understanding and walks off "thank you Richard!" I screamed to him in the distance.

"Bitchhh, tell me everything. From the shot you took to take that pathetic douchebags life to when you and Alessandro got it onnnn" she chuckled as she makes a thrusting motion with her hips "but first you have to try this one on" Amelia pulled out and all Matt black long dress with a slit going up to my hip and an open back

Holy shit.

"I know right" Amelia laughs. Oops I must of said that out loud. "You gotta look hot as fuck tonight to show Alessandro exactly what he's missing" she winks at me and I just laugh and soon after Richard comes in with a bottle of vodka and two martinis "why thank you good sir" Amelia grabs the drink and starts to down it and I do the same.

I'm gonna need to go get through today.

"Okay okay Bitch spill" she exclaims and hands me the dresses to start trying things on and I start to explain everything that happened last night.

(Some dress inspo below)
(The dress picked isn't here- it will be shown in the next chapter)

After searching for what seems like hours Amelia and I were hammered and we had both found the dresses we were going to wear tonight. Let's just say Alessandro is going to be sorry he messed with me.

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