ALORA

TWO

ALORA'S DRESS, UP!

ALORA'S POV

I think ten minutes passed before two guards walked in, both well built, they were dressed casually in jeans and shirts coloured black, they loosed the chain and the noise was enough to give me a migraine

"Easy!" I yelled, or they'd just kill me "you are in no place to send orders" one said shooting daggers at me "congratulations you've been added to my kill list" although he tried to act all strong, I didn't miss the widening of his eyes even though he covered it up immediately, yeah you better be scared..

I was carried by the other one who remained quiet through out, I was pushed to a room, although it was the room where I grew up in, it never felt like mine, I spent more time in the gym than I did here, everything was painted brown

Why? you may ask, brown is really the colour of death... Not black we most might think

I stood in the mirror, I looked like the devil herself, in all black

A black long sleeve dress, it was tight at the burst area but was free from my stomach downwards, it's long sleeves were made of net, what I however didn't like of the dress was the fact that the chest area was made of net too, there was just a black material put in place to prevent people from seeing my nipple.

I knew just by looking at the dress that this was my father's choice, afterall he would know how to make a woman look like a slut when he mingles with them all the God damn time.

I did my make up, regular mascara with red lip stick and a lip gloss to go with my red hair, if I  was going to be a slut, I'd  be a good one

I paired it with a high heeled boot, at least something could be mine today, right?

There was a knock on my room door, I didn't even need to be told that the Ortega's were here, it was as though sadness moved with them.

Afterall they weren't the most feared mafia for no God damn reason, rumour has it they are all mentally insane, and with the way they killed their rivals, I'd think that they are really mentally insane

I was brought out of my thought when i saw my mother through the mirror, looking at me with teary eyes, I wasn't one to let my guard down, but I was so sad and angry to see her in such a devastating state

My mother and my father never loved each other, and my father used everyday of my mother's life to remind her of the fact that she was just a liability to him, in the mafia world, men showed power by keeping their spouse alive, if your wife should die or be murdered, whosoever that was would be classified as weak

Weakness was not taken lightly, so although my father despised my mum, he never could kill her, for it would be a huge disadvantage on his part.

My mother could not kill herself either, she had always put me first, she promised to always be there for me, and now I totally understand the tears, she was helpless, she felt useless because I was being given to the monster, and she couldn't do anything about it.

I opened my arms and let her walk to my embrace, she cried her eyes out on my black dress, I'm glad it was black, so even if she had stained it, it wouldn't have been noticed.

My mother was a tall woman, though I was taller than she was, but what I really admired about her was her hair, she had red hair with blonde roots, she was drop dead gorgeous and a lifetime of pain had not changed that fact...

"Promise me you would be happy" she asked sobbing, then continued talking "promise me you would behave, the Ortega's do not know what mercy is, please Alora do not do anything stupid, because if you make an enemy out of them, then we are all dead, literally!" She warned

I just rolled my eyes "I can promise you this Elena, I will come back for you, I will save you, even if it's the last thing I do" I said smiling sadly "just don't die before I return" I said chuckling a little, but she didn't get the joke as usual, whatever!

She took my hand and we walked out into the hallway.

Here goes nothing....

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Until next time muchachos 🍑

Marhthildarh

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