Dominico

5. Dinner

Antonella Giovanni

Once i got out of the shower, I got dressed and done my hair before remembering Stef told me to text him about the visitor. I grab my phone from the side of my bed before finding Stefan name on my contact list and pressing onto it.

Stefan Salvatore 🧛🧛

Me:
So basically. The headoftheitalianmafiaand
fatherareforminganallianceandimgonnahavetostaywithhim.

Me:
✌🏼

Stefan Salvatore🧛🧛:
what the fuck did you just say

Me:
What!???  I can't hear you?! Stefan?
The phones breaking got to go

Stefan Salvatore🧛🧛:
Antonella. Rose. Giovanni.

Oh shit.
Even though i'm older than him by a few minutes he's still pretty protective over me.

I turn my phone off and place it in my back pocket before heading downstairs for dinner with the men.

As i'm walking down the stairs i smell a delicious wave hitting my nose. Our cook Ophelia was probably cooking because well, none of us in the family can really cook..

Anyways. As i walk past the kitchen to head to the dining room where the men i suppose are waiting for me i greet Ophelia with a smile as i see her setting up the plates.

I head towards the dining room and once i enter i could feel the tension radiating around the room.

My father is sitting on the end of the dining table which was his usual seat. I look over and see some men who i'm assuming are my fathers and Mr De Rossi guards.

All heads turn towards me once i enter. I felt a gaze over my shoulder and I turn around and see the one and only Mr De Rossi sitting in my seat.

oh bloody hell

I plaster a fake smile on my face feeling my fathers eyes on me as i walk towards Mr De Rossi. He took his time looking at me up and down his eyes stopping a little on my chest before staring into my eyes.

We stare at each other as if too see who would break it first. 2 seconds, 3 seconds, 4 seconds, 5 secon-

"Staring is known to be rude" i hear his gruff voice say to me. I scoff rolling my eyes before looking back at him glaring "your in my seat" i tell him gesturing my arms towards the seat he's sat on.

"that's too bad isn't it?" he says looking still looking into my soul with the corner of his lip rising.

"give me back my seat" i clench my teeth not letting my anger take over.

i don't care if i'm acting like a 5 year old. This seat is fucking mine and i'm not letting some fucking handsome beautiful man take it.

"Antonella. Enough." I freeze realising we're not the only people in the room. I turn around to my father and see him pointing towards the chair next to the only free seat which happens to be next to Mr De Rossi.

oh you got to be kidding me.

I look at my father and just nod making my way to the seat next to the unwanted visitor not sparing him a glance.

I sit next to him and cross my legs onto the other leaning back onto the chair waiting for someone to speak.

"Mr De Rossi we shall speak about the alliance with my daughter now that she has arrived" father says as i quickly glance at him forgetting that i have to live with the man next to me for a few weeks.

I look from the corner of my eyes and see Mr De Rossi still looking at me before turning his attention towards my father. He nods before speaking "ah yes Antonio please do begin" he says looking at my father so he can carry on speaking.

This is going to be a long ass dinner.

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