The Mafia's trap

1

Author's note

Hi guys!! It's your girl, Raya.
I'm a rookie writer so I hope you guys wouldn't be too harsh on me. I'm trying my best to create a fun, interesting, and steamy original story and I'm completely open to criticism. Please let me know how I can improve.
‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡‡

Izar

Living away from family especially in a different country is an experience in itself. You can be as bad as you want. Living life to the fullest. No judgement. No questions.

I'm not averse to the idea of living with my family. It's just... They are very overwhelming... And way too nosy.

I enjoy my freedom. But the sinking feeling in my chest keeps reminding me that I am a free bird for only a few more months. I was graduating in March and then moving back to Mexico seemed inevitable.

I had postponed this for way too long. I enjoyed my life in America. I enjoyed this NORMAL life. Away from all the crime. I felt happy here.

As I sat by the window thinking about all this when my doorbell rang and I jumped in surprise. It was nine and I wasn't expecting anybody.

The door flung open and there walked in Angeline.

"Get dressed bitch. We are getting laid tonight"

Two things. I wasn't interested in a night out and none of the men here interested me. Don't get me wrong they were attractive but I just didn't feel attracted to them.

I had grown up in a family filled with greek gods and goddesses. They were all well sculpted and those who weren't, well they were forced to.

The scars, the muscles, the tattoos. It was part of my existence. Although for the longest time i was reluctant to let this family tradition go on, i too at the age of sixteen caught on.

My body too was inked. In multiple places, but unlike my family i kept my tattoos hidden, my scars too.

With the thought of shifting back soon a night out seemed too much. Even casual sex felt like a big deal, especially since the boys here were all talk and no show. 

The last time I had casual sex the guy didn't get the cue and stayed the whole night. I just wanted a quicky but he seemed to cling onto the whole thing.

So I decided to keep it low-key.

"Not today. I'm feeling a bit under the weather"

"Oh shut up. Drink a bit and dance your ass off. You'll be fine" Angeline spoke and dragged me to the closet.

"Izzy you are leaving in a few months. Is it too much to ask you to spend some time with me" she had a serious look on her face. One that I wasn't used to.

She didn't want to spend time with me. She wanted to get laid and I was supposed to accompany her for some reason.

Before I could answer her the clothes were picked out for me and she stepped aside waiting for me to dress up.

Red really wasn't my color. I wanted to stay braless at home but here I was wearing a strapless dress with the most uncomfortable bra hoping that my cleavage doesn't pop out.

My stepmother Glorianna always said "We Latina women have big hearts and bigger bosoms" and I don't know about big hearts but the bosom part definitely true.

Angeline even picked out heels for me. I'm no expert in clothing but I know one thing for certain nobody can dance in heels not unless you are Beyonce the goddess herself.