What happens when 24 year old Myron Davis gets herself caught up with Vincenzio Ferrari the don of the Italian mafia, because she can't control her temper.
"Who do you think your talking to Tesoro" (sweetheart) I say as I wrap my hand around her thr...
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1 month later
"Cause this pussy talk, English, Spanish, and French" I rap along with young Miami. Right now, I'm set up in the bathroom conditioning my hair.
Today is wash day and I had to take my braids down because they looked ran through. I need a new style anyway; the braids were getting boring.
I have been doing my own hair since I was about 16, so I think I'm going to put my hair in some jail braids and give myself a nice sew in with some bundles I order the other day.
Vincenzio had been busy with whatever, but he told me he wanted to take me somewhere nice tomorrow, so I got to get cute because I have gotten dolled up in forever and I'm ready to feel myself again.
I put a store bag around my head, put my bonnet on and went back into the room.
I pause exiting the bathroom, when I see the bitch, I hit in the club snooping around the room. "You lose something" I lean on the door frame and watch her pause going through my pantie drawer.
She slow turns towards me with disgust written all over her face.
"I mean if you wanted to sniff my coochie all you had to do was ask. Vincenzio does it every night" I wink at her with a smug grin playing at my lips.
She scoffs "please, he wouldn't touch you with a ten-foot poll" she crosses her arms "I'm what he wants, he's just playing hard to get".
I put my hand over my mouth to try and contain my laughter, but it doesn't work, I hunch over and hold my stomach as I try to catch my breath.
"Oh, you are funny, you should be a comedian" I wipe under my eye as I regain my composure.
She grew red in the face and tried to stomp over to me, but I put my hand up and she stopped.
"Come closer if you want, you gone walk out this bitch with a limp and another black eye" she just stood there " that's what the fuck I thought."
I pulled out my phone to text Vinny to see where he went. Because he was in the room when I went into the bathroom.
Vinny🧍🏾♀️🤏🏻🚐💨
Hey, wya?
downstairs in the gym?
Can you come to the room
what's in the room that you want me to see😏
just bring ya nasty ass to the room🤦🏾♀️
End of messages
A few minutes later in walks a shirtless sweaty Vinny, now I'm even more pissed off because I didn't call him in here for sex but for him to get rid of this fucking goblin before I put my hands on her again.
He walked right past her apparently not noticing that she was standing there, over to me grabbing me by my face and tonguing me down.
After he finally pulls away, I catch my breath then procced to point in the intruder's direction behind him. she's staring both of us down with so much disbelief on her face it ALMOST makes me feel bad.
He faces her and throws his head back with an aggravated sigh before speaking. "Why is she in here"
"Good question, you're asking the wrong person though I walked back in the room from coming out the bathroom to see her going through my pantie drawer" I shrug my shoulders and walk back in the bathroom to prepare to wash the conditioner out of my head.
I hear a low commotion then a door slams, assuming that he dragged her away I continue with what I was doing. Then I hear a phone ring, I check my phone and its not mine so Vinny must have lefts his.
"He'll come back for it eventually" I shrug before going back to what I was doing.
Within the minute his phone is blowing up, from calls and messages.
I go back to the room and over to the dresser where his phone is lying face up ringing, an unknown number kept popping up on the screen.
I pick up the phone preparing to turn it off because I don't like going through peoples personal business, but then a message pops up making me stop my actions and think maybe it's important.
(+39 06 678 4343)
I swear if you don't pick up the phone Dagli la caccia a tutto quello che ami (ill hunt down everything you love)
Now I don't know what the last part said but the first part sounded important.
'Whose number is this? What could they possibly want that's this important?'
I get pulled out of my thoughts when the phone rings again with the same number popping up.
So I pick it up.
"I'll kill you and that dirty zoccola you picked up from your time in the United States if you don't go through with the arrangement" (slut) I heard from the other line before it quickly cut out.
I sat the phone down and walk back in the bathroom, closing the door behind me.
'What the hell just happened?'
'Who was that?'
'What arrangement?'
'They talking about me?'
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Hey, hoes I just want to thank everyone who has read this book, I am deeply grateful for y'all 🥲. I hope you like the story so far cause we finna get into the mess ☕️.
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