Dominico

7. Chocolates

Antonella Giovanni

Dinner finally finished.

Throughout the whole dinner i felt eyes on me sometimes. Mr Rossi and father were discussing everything that's going to happen.

I'm going to head to Mr Rossi estate tomorrow to start my mission which i still don't know what it is. I'm going to be staying at his house for a week or 2 since apparently it's not only going to be one mission i'm going on.

Also how can i forget.

Mr Rossi is going to stay here overnight because he want to 'see the way our mafia works' That's just great.

My father dismisses us from the table before excusing himself since he needs to 'do some work' in his office.

I jump out of my seat before heading towards the kitchen.

what. i'm still hungry.

I reach the cupboard on top of the counter to try get my secret stash of chocolate buttons out. I could barely read the handle too close the cupboard again so i look around the kitchen to see if there's anything to help me get a boost.

My eyes find a very unstable looking chair in the corner of the room and me being the dumbass decided to get it.

I make my way over and drag it towards the counter. It made screeching noises along the floor and i put my shoulders up in an attempt to cover my ears.

I probably look like a raccoon right now. Oh well.

I let out a relieved breath once i get the chair in the correct spot, it looked like it has been in the  corner for at least a couple of months since it started too have dust on it. Yes there were plenty of other chairs in the kitchen that we're definitely more stable then this one but they looked like they were too heavy so i'm sticking with this.

I carefully stand up on the chair cursing my height while hearing the chair make a really loud screech i quickly grab my chocolate and next thing you know my legs are facing towards the ceiling and my back is against the floor with my face twisted in pain.

Ow.

I look to my right and see the chocolates spluttered all over the floor.

Damn it.

I slowly make my way back up from the floor glaring at the chocolate. Fuck you stupid mothertrucking chocolate.

still love you though <3

As i was having a staring contest my ears perked up as I hear footsteps making its way towards the kitchen.

shit i don't even have my blade on me.

I look around the kitchen and see a small kitchen knife. I make my way towards it cautiously still not taking my eyes away from the entrance of the kitchen.

I grab the knife balancing it on my finger and it just falls to the floor.

Today is just not my day is it.
whatever i don't even need a stupid knife to defend myself

I look back up at the entrance of the kitchen and see fucking Dominico De bloody Rossi leaning against the door looking at me with a smirk on his face.

oh my god
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Word count: 533
sorry that it's really short
school has started so ill try my best to post as much as i can
-S.R