6. Rules & Roles

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It was the next day and I finally got some alone time away from the doctors and nurses from constantly checking in on me. Clearly, I was on their radar of a person to keep alive on this estate which is another reason why I will not do it the easy way the next time. I won't even give them the chance to perform CPR or even grab a defibrillator to bring me back to life the next time I choose to off myself.

The moment they see me on the ground they will know there's nothing they would be able to do to save me and all they would be able to do is wrap me up in a body bag and ship me back to Washington or Chicago.

It's been another day back on this earth without a Calendar or clock so the only way I know its morning is to trust that Gia or Gabby sends me my breakfast which I have already had, the only time I know it is in the afternoon is for lunch and same for night time is dinner time which makes me feel like I am most definitely in a psych ward all back over again and I haven't been in a place like that since I was very much so young, what some would consider a pre-teen, now I am a grown-ass woman and treated as if I need some kind of special assistance when all they need to do is allow me to die peacefully but that's not an option.

Since I have yet to know what day it is, I don't even know if we're still in the month of January for all that matters. I have been trying to die however I keep being resurrected which doesn't help to know how many days have gone by. Nonetheless, if I am so-called a member of the villa, I think I should very well have a clock or a fucking calendar. If the time is in Military time why the fuck can't I have a clock? It's not like It's going to give away what time zone I am in.

This is about the craziest fucking thing that could have ever happened to me. Finding out that the seed of the man is actually the son and heir of an iconic well-known Mafia King of the United States. The Philadelphia Black Mafia was an African American Black mafia or what some may call an organized crime that started in Philly way before I or my parents were even born.

Black Mafia grew outside of Philly into other states worldwide and engaged in traditional organized crime activities such as extortion, racketeering, loan sharking, extortion of legitimate businesses, illegal gambling, prostitution, drug trafficking, burglary, murder, and so many other crimes. The amount of murders that they have committed is a very extensive list as they were a very dangerous, brutal, and powerful Mafia in the United States and to know that Marcellus is an Heir of that particular Mafia but also with an Italian mother who was the daughter of an Italian Mafia King and we all know how Italian Mafias get down, this man was born to be exactly who he is and who they describe him to be.

A dangerous, brutal, powerful Heir.

Having a Mafia King father with an Italian Mafia King daughter as a mother. I got to admit, it would have been pretty iconic to have been taken out by a man that has that much fucking power in the Mafia world.

I wouldn't have mind for them to ask how did I die and it says I was shot in the heart by the Heir of a Mafia King of not only The Philadelphia Black Mafia but also has Italian Mafia Blood.

Truly iconic but for some fucking reason this man is so fixated on finding out more about me and it's actually quite hilarious seeing just how riled up he gets when he doesn't get his way. When he doesn't have that control from a woman and he will truly continue to run around like a chicken with its head cut off trying to figure it out.

Because unless he learns how to fucking respect me and talk to me with some fucking respect and lose that grimy ass tone of his like he suppose to scare me then he will continue to run into wall after wall after wall when it could really be so easy for him.

He's clearly delusional and the fact that almost if not every woman that works for him at this estate has bowed down to him, kneel to him, begged for their life, pleaded for him to spare them, and truly give him all control over them, only makes that damn ego of his ignite like a fire rapture.

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