Sage Roman. The Mafia Princess of the Italian's. The only little girl to be born in several generations. She was the light of the Roman families lives. Except for her mother Elaine. She grew jealous of her daughter getting the attention of not only...
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Is he serious right now? Rules, fucking rules! But I mean what did I expect they haven't seen me in close to thirteen years. So in return I just gave a raised eyebrow urging him to go on.
"One: Respect your brother as well as I. I am going to have to comment on that one.
Two: Get good grades at school. But I have seen your transcript so that should be no problem as long as yo keep up the good work.
Three: No Fights. Unless someone starts something then you finish it but I expect that you go to one of your brothers for help.
Four: No drinking or drugs but if you go to a party one of your brothers will be attending.
Five: No boyfriends till we have formally met them.
Six: No revealing clothes.
Seven: No going up to the third floor unless one of your brothers is accompanying you. Our offices and work spaces are up there and would prefer if we weren't disturbed." He said in a firm tone.
I already knew what they did for work. They were in the mafia. They might be deadly men that are feared everywhere they are. But one thing is for sure they are horrible at hiding it.
All of the guards, all of the secret weapons, all the money. It's hard to think all of this is just for some hotels and bars. Sure it is a good cover up but all of the fame doesn't get you this. But then again I have always known. Then again I am not going to let them know that.
For them to think I am just going to sit here and take all of these rules though is absurd. I have conditions of my own.
"First respect goes both ways and so does privacy. I will respect you and your privacy as long as you do the same. I am fine with the other ones other than the clothes. It is my body and I can wear whatever I want its not my fault boys can't keep it in their pants." I said in the same tone if not colder.
I could practically feel the pride flowing off of them.
"I can live with those" Angelo said with a nod.
"Wait. So you are just going to let her dress like a slut when she feels fit!" Marco scoffed with big eyes.
"MAR-"
"No it's okay" I stopped Dom before turning to Marco. "I will wear whatever I want. I don't know what kind of bimbos you have been hanging out with but I am not like them. I don't dress for other men. I dress for myself because I know I am a bad ass bitch and I don't need reassurance from anyone of that." I said keeping my voice monotone. I let a small smirk come to my face at the end.
From the corner of my eye I could see everyone wearing a shocked expression. While Marco stared at me enraged. Probably just expecting me to roll over and comply.
Too bad i'm not his bitch.
Marco was about to say something back but he was interrupted by our father. "Marco Alessandro Roman say one more word and you will be in deeper trouble than you already are." he said with a hard glare.
