Enchanted by the Mafia Boss

Part 10: Have you ever been to a Mafia Wedding in Las Vegas? Yeah..me neither

Hey guys, I am back! Had some busy days and sometimes its hard for me to make time for what I enjoy doing, because my energy is kinda sucked up, by what I have to do. 

But I hope you are still as much into the story as I am, even though it's as cliche as a Wattpad Story can be. This Part is also a bit longer to make up for the missed time.

Anyways have fun and enjoy the Ride!

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Honestly what the hell are necessities? Does that include swim wear, or is it more like casino night dress, considering we are going to Las Vegas? Would I need high heels or should I go for a more underdressed outfit? How much sexy underwear did I need, or could I also use a pair of comfy granny pants for the flight? I hated hit him right now, I truly despised him. I had no clue what the fuck to pack and my overthinking cycles went mad. Seriously if it weren't just one hour left until I would be picked up, I would probably go straight to a mental hospital if this would go on any longer.

So fuck this shit, I am just going to pack for every eventuality I could think off. I had seen his apartment and he was a fucking Mafia Boss after all, he could afford booking extra luggage and if not I could pay myself, it wasn't like I was looking for a sugar daddy. Although?? 

I ended up with my extra large suitcase I had used for 2 years abroad and a bag pack with a few books, cause I never knew which one I would be in the mood for and honestly I rather not need them and have them, than sitting somewhere and thinking about how much I wished I had packed my books. So some of them always had to stay with me. 

I went downstairs nearly falling down the stairs multiple times and feeling like I had done a full on workout after carrying that suitcase. 

Ivan was just out my door looking like he was about to ring the doorbell. His eyes widened as he saw me coming outside breathing as heavy as a bulldog. 

"Oh dear, he told you to pack the necessities didn't he?"

"You have no idea..." I said through gritted teeth trying to lift my suitcase over the little step in front of my door. 

Ivan was fast to take it from me and even though I was just about to start protesting giving my talk about how I was strong and independent enough to carry my own suitcase he hushed me down with a stern look that said Mafia Member don't test me. I sometimes forgot that Dumpty as I still liked to call him sometimes, was even though I considered him somewhat of a friend still a somewhat dangerous man. 

"We will have to hurry a bit sweetheart, the boss doesn't like to wait. " He winked at me, offered me his arm and we quickly arrived at the car. This time it was a black Range Rover Hybrid, at least they were environmentally conscious, or it just looked imitating enough to them, who knows. 

The drive passed by quite quickly and my palms went sweatier by the minute, I was way more nervous about this whole trip, than I had admitted to myself. Like I was literally leaving the country in a plane with a Mafia Boss and I was the one who told my psychiatrist that I wasn't that suicidal anymore. Jokes on me. 

Ivan pulled up to the private plane section of the airport, because of course he did. Who the hell was I to assume that a Mafia Boss would fly Economy? I swear this guy had too much money. Dumpty led me and my gigantic suitcase to the plane. 

Dimitri appeared in the entrance his hand gripped on the door frame showing of his tattooed biceps. I was already drooling. He had is very annoying but so sexy teasing smirk on and as soon as I arrived down at the stairs, he just jumped off, landed in front of me and swept me into his arms, carrying me into the airplane.