𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | [𝟏𝟖+]

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞.

Stella promised she'd be here.

And even though the last time we spoke was a few days ago, she still wants nothing to do with me.

But she still promised she'd be here.

And she still hasn't shown up.

Every year, the American Mafia is the first to show up to these events. It makes them seem more sophisticated and like they have their shit together. I can't remember a year when they weren't on time. This is why people tend to want to make alliances and make amends with them.

But they aren't here yet.

Everyone's all dressed up in their costumes and trying to have a good time. There hasn't been a shoot-out yet which I'm completely grateful for.

Yeah, not even an hour into the party there was a whole shoot out and Rocco got shot and broke his leg.

Granted, he broke his leg because he tripped and fell down the stairs while trying to shoot someone who was aiming for my mom but still, he's not very good in that area which is why he's more of our getaway driver. Even though we have guards for that but he says it makes him feel important so we let it go.

"She here yet?" Vinny asks as he walks over to me and hands me a drink. I shake my head as I quickly wash it down and hand the glass back to him. "Don't worry man. She'll be here. The Americans have never missed the Halloween party. Ever."

It seems childish to say this but she promised me. And Stella takes promises to heart and so do I. If you promise you'll do something then you have to do it.

No matter what.

I walk around for a bit. Talking to people I really don't want to talk to just to pass time. The party started at 7... It's 9.

The urge to text her and ask her if she changed her mind has taken over my entire body as I pull out my phone and find her name. As I begin texting her, Vinny walks over to me and starts aggressively tapping my shoulder.

"Cosa?" I groan as I look at him.

[What?]

"L'ho sicuramente detto prima, ma lo dirò volentieri di nuovo, tua moglie sta bene come cazzo," he says as I look towards the doors, and my whole body freezes.

[I've definitely said this before but I will gladly say it again, your wife is fine as fuck.]

She's a Playboy Bunny.

Basic but it's fucking Stella. She makes any basic outfit look like the most unique thing in the fucking world because she's her.

I clear my throat as my eyes run over her body. The holes in the fishnets, specifically the one high up on her inner thigh. Her heels click on the floor as her hips sway side to side in the most seductive way.