Aleksandra (18+)

Family dinner

Aleksandra's POV

I sat still calming myself after the intense orgasm and the manipulation.
I was chocked. Yes I've been trained to almost every type of manipulation and torture but not sexual attraction.

It was now my weakness, if I didn't learn quickly to refrain I would forever be at his mercy.
I carefully walked upstairs and started tip toeing across the room and up the stairs as I head someone call for me.
"Aleks."
"Fuck." I muttered as I turned around, feeling dirty as hell when my eyes catch my mothers. She looked me up and down doing this scrunched look while saying.
"Get cleaned up. We are going to dinner tonight at Mr.Alessi's place. His parents just flew in and wants to meet you."
I rolled my eyes as I made my way to my room.

I undressed and threw my clothes in the hamper as I turned on the shower. I loved showering boiling hot. Pain remained me of that I was alive. I felt the water droplets running down my hair, back, ass as I just stood there.
How the fuck did I end up in this situation? I don't want to marry him, I don't want to marry anyone. I want to travel, be my own, try new things. Shootpeople. Becoming a assassin was my biggest dream. But because of the family I was born in I knew that wasn't even a possibility.

I shaved and put shampoo and conditioner in my hair rinsing it out before getting out and rubbing my body with body oil. My mother forced me to always take care of myself and I have to say that I enjoyed it.

I felt fresh. I got out of the room as I sighted looking at the dress my mother put out for me. Don't get me wrong I liked getting dressed up but not for an occasion like this.

I put on the dress my mother choose for me but added a white belt to it and transparent heels. I sat down by the mirror to brush my hair and make light beach waves with my ironcurler deciding to only countour and use blush.
I grabbed my beige YSL pouch and put on pink glittery gloss heading down stairs.

"Darling you look lovely!" My mother said.
My dad nodded but quickly looked at his watch motioning us to go with his other hand.
Dad and I used to be close when I was a child. But nowadays I only seem to annoy him. I get why. I'm a rule breaker not a follower like my mother. My grandmother Milica used to tell me before she died that its because we're so alike. He used to be just like me my age.

The car ride was quiet but as soon as we got out of the car my dad grabbed my arm.
"Behave yourself." I nodded.
We walked to the door and knocked.
This wonderful older housekeeper opened up and said something in Italian urging us to go inside. Butterflies started erupting in my stomach and I smiled lightly because of it, thinking about him and our encounter earlier.

I was probably blushing as I heard a man clear his throat. Luka was standing there with two folks in my parents age. He had his eyes set on me and I could see his jaw tense looking me up and down. He forced his eyes of me as he welcomed my parents and we all greeted each other.

Then the women approached me.
"I'm so happy your going to be the mother of my grand babies. You look like an angel." His mother said in a very Italian accent while holding both of my hands backing up looking at me. I chuckled. "Thank you Mrs. Alessi. You look wonderful yourself."

She put a hand on her forehead pretending to pass out. "She's kind also."
"Madre."
She immediately snapped at him. Quite tempered I see. Saying in Italian. "smettila Luka. Sto solo ammirando la ragazza " before smiling back at me. (Stop it Luka. I'm just admiring the girl)

"Come let's sit." His father said walking us in to a big dining room.
At the head of the table sat Luka since he was the head of the mob. And at his right his father and his mother. He must be an only child. And at his left my father, me and then my mother.

The door swung open as steps were heard approaching us.
"si si lo so che sono in ritardo, mi dispiace." (Yeah yeah I know I'm late.)
Luka gritted his teeth as he said.
"fai di nuovo tardi e sarò la tua ultima volta." (Be late again and it'll be your last time.)

"Mama tko je to?" I whisper to my mother. (Who's that?)
"This dear is our youngest son and the disappointment." his dad spat out.
My eyes widened at the surprise knowing he could speak Serbian.
"I'm Leon." Anyways the guy said shrugging his shoulders without a care in the world about what his father just said.
"Idiota." Luka's father mumbled.
He grabbed a seat next to his mother and the dinner began.

I felt two pair of eyes on me all dinner.
Luka's and Leon's.
I got really embarrassed so I didn't even look back.
When the dinner was finished our parents removed themself to the living room to get wine and Scotch to talk about the upcoming wedding.

"So, you're hot. But what are you doing with my brother?" Leon asked smirking.
Luka's jaw tensed as he looked at Leon saying. "giuro su Dio che ti ucciderò, non mettermi alla prova." (I'll swear to god I'll kill you. Don't test me)

"Yeah yeah I was just asking." he said sitting back in his chair.
"It's not by choice." I said.
His eyes widened at my answer.
"She speaks." he said laughing.
"When I have something to say." I say keeping my eyes on him.
I see Luka smiling at the end of my eye for embarrassing his brother.

"I feel bad for you whom have to marry my brother." He said laughing.
"So do I." I say seriously.
They both looked at each other then me.
I got up and started walking away.
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