Ivy has been groomed to be the first female Don of the Greyson mafia since she was little. Her whole life revolves around preparing herself for the role. From all the combat training she had endured, to pursuing business in college. It was all in an...
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Ivy
It has been almost a month since the auction and I still haven't heard a word from the Bonuccis. No apologies or even an explanation. I've decided to head to Vegas to oversee the new casino that we're building. In truth, I just want to bury myself someplace far away from anyone who knows me. I just want to forget that outrageously humiliating event.
If only we had decided to meet for a quiet dinner instead. Perhaps I wouldn't have felt so sore about the matter. But being publicly stood up just makes it harder for me to move on and just forget about the whole experience.
During the day, I would keep myself busy with work. At night, I would hit the casinos hoping some cards and a few drinks would help take my mind off things. Which is where I am right now. Playing blackjack while being surrounded with strangers.
I signal at the passing waitress to get me another drink. The guy sitting next to me had been yammering non stop for the last hour but I doubt I could recall what exactly he was talking about. I tried to make myself uninterested but perhaps he was too drunk to notice or to actually care.
The waitress finally arrived and she replaced my empty glass with a new concoction. I take a sip and glance at my chatty neighbor. He's not bad looking and he's probably got a pretty good body too underneath that loud Hawaiian shirt. And I'm not blind to the few ladies in the room who had tried to catch his eye. Too bad that mouth only seems to know how to do one thing.
As I turned a deaf ear again to his continuous jabbering, I pondered on my own predicament. I still can't figure out what my next step should be. Should I look into another possible candidate to be my husband? Should I just step down and let cousin Johnny take the lead? I thought maybe distancing myself from the family would help make things clearer but everything is still so messed up.
The rest of the night went by in a blur. Before I knew it, I woke up groggy, with my shoulders feeling stiff, a slight pounding in my head and my eyes fighting against me to stay close. I must have had a bit too much to drink last night. I can't even remember how I got upstairs. Someone on staff must have helped me back to my room. Something that's been happening more often than I would like to admit. Thank God today is the weekend.
I've been working hard to ensure that the construction of our new hotel and casino would go smoothly. In Vegas, everything is up for grabs. There is no dominant family in charge of the territory. Which is why there is a lot more at stake. If something goes wrong, we don't have the same influence as we do in Chicago, and we could end up paying dearly for it.
I decided on a quick shower and make do without breakfast since it's already way past noon. I had originally planned on starting the day much earlier and right now I'm cursing myself for letting the drinks get me off track.
Skipping my normal morning routine, I let my hair enjoy their loose waves instead of straightening them and having them tied up neatly in a little bun.I paused when my hands hovered over my makeup, should I? No one is going to see me today. No one that matters anyway. On that thought, I decided to go for a more natural look.
