He runs the mafia, and she gets caught in the middle.
When a walk home from a family meeting goes horribly wrong for Mirriella and she falls into the hands of Jaden Hossler, the mafia boss.
What will happen when he decides to keep her around? Will s...
I fucking hate drinking. Why the fuck did I drink so much?
I don't even remember drinking that much. I had a glass of vodka and champagne. And I don't even like champagne so I didn't even drink that much of it. I guess the alcohol content is pretty high on the vodka I had.
When I woke up I decided I was going to go and have a shower to try and get rid of my headache. Let me tell you that I regret doing that. My legs feel like they are made of needles and glass shards. Walking around is going to absolutely kill me today.
Nevertheless, I had managed to stumble into the bathroom and into the shower. I stood up and washed myself and my hair, getting rid of that awful lingering smell of sex and alcohol out of my hair.
By the time I was done with my shower, my legs had started to feel a little bit better, but they weren't great.
I brushed my teeth to get the aftertaste off my tongue. I felt something drip down my leg slightly, and when I looked down, I had realised my period had started.
Part of the reason I wasn't as bothered he came in me yesterday. I knew I was supposed to be starting today. I quickly cleaned up my leg and walked back into my room and into my closet to change.
After I had changed into a hoodie and sweatpants, I made my way downstairs, but quickly turned around to put a pair of socks on when I felt how cold this fucking floor gets. Once my feet were warm, I continued to make my way down the stairs.
First I walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water, and of course, all the fucking dogs went haywire.
"Shut the fuck up." I groaned, surprisingly they listened. I got a bottle of water from the fridge and then walked into the living room.
I had been sat down there for an hour doing nothing, so I quickly ran back upstairs to grab a few pencils and my drawing pad. When I came back down, all the dogs were cuddled up on the sofa, so I decided to do a realistic drawing of them.
It was around eleven in the morning when I had finished the drawing. Luckily I had finished it just in time because the dogs were starting to get restless. I ripped out the page and put it next to me.
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I then just started to do random doodles.
"Woah, that's really fucking good." Remi said from behind me, scaring the absolute shit out of me.
"Jesus fucking Christ Remi. That was uncalled for." I laughed as I jumped away from where the sound came from.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." She laughed slightly. "That's just a really good drawing. How are you so good?" She asked as she picked up the paper and looked at it.
"It's not my best work. I've been drawing ever since I was little. It was actually one of the few things I could enjoy doing with my mother and so, I continued it after she died." I shrugged as she looked at me wide eyed.
"Not your best? Bitch what the fuck?" She laughed as she handed me back the paper.
I laughed and sat back down, going to my doodle pages. I continued drawing for another hour or so, before my eyes felt tired. I put the drawing pad on the coffee table in front of me and laid down, closing my eyes.
"Remi, what the fuck are you doing?" I asked as I walked in the house.
She was stood over Mirriella's sleeping body. When she moved back, I was confused. She was surrounded by all three of the dogs. Blaze was laying on her stomach, Boxer laid his head on her arm that was outstretched, and Beaux laid next to her with her back paws on Mirriella's legs.
"This bitch." I mumbled as I walked closer.
They were all sleeping peacefully. All comfortable and snug against the small body laying next to them.
"Have you seen her artwork?" Remi asked as she looked at me.
"I've seen some of it. Why do you ask?" I questioned as I folded my arms over my chest.
"Look at this shit." She said as she held up an image of three dogs laying together.
"She drew this?" I asked as I took it and walked into the kitchen.
"Yes she did. But it got me thinking-"
"Oh dear lord help us all." I laughed as she deadpanned me.
"Fuck off. Anyway, this might help you." She said smugly.
"Pray tell."
"If she agrees you can get her to paint expensive paintings and make millions off it." She explained.
"You mean like have her forge paintings?" I asked as I poured myself a glass of whiskey.
"Well, either that, or have her make original paintings and sell them for millions." She clarified.
"Look at you. Using your head for something useful for once. They grow up so fast." I teased as she punched me in the stomach. "Oh you are so lucky you're fucking Stefan." I groaned as she laughed.
"I know. Also you need to get me a new card and pay me for the last five months of work. Otherwise I will just ask Stefan to take money out of the company bank to pay me." She said as she crossed her arms over her chest.
"The fuck kind of difference does it make? It comes out of my back pocket either way. You'll get your card when I have the time to get one. Or, and this is a completely original idea, ask Stefan to get you one." I said as I walked out of the kitchen and upstairs.
I heard the patter of paws behind me and saw that Blaze was following me. I laughed and left the door to my room open so he could walk through. I sat down on the bed and my phone started to ring.
"Hello?" I asked to the person on the end of the phone.
"Jaden, I can't keep looking after him. You need to take him in now."
"How fucking hard is it to look after a five year old Maria? What the fuck do I pay for you if you can't do your fucking job?" I asked her at an elevated level.
"I work with normal children, not special kids like him." She snapped back.
"You know what? Fine, I'll take him in. But for that comment, the only way you will be leaving that compound is in a fucking body bag. Have a nice few hours." I spat as I hung up.
I sent a message to Stefan telling him everything he needed to know and collapsed back into the bed. Blaze came up and curled up against my stomach.
"Well at least you aren't a traitor." I laughed as I pet him.
