Crazy for you

Chapter 2

The balcony overlooked the side of the mansion. This was preferred for the Don. He didn't want to overlook the backyard pool in case he wanted to be out there while people were swimming.

He sipped his drink watching the trees blow and the flowers sway. He did appreciate the landscaping. He could even spot a big garden several hundred feet from the house. He made a note to take a stroll through it before he left.

In a few hours, Elio would be hosting a meeting where about 50 American members would be attending. He was not looking forward to it. More socializing and judgment from subordinates.

After a couple of hours and two glasses of whiskey, he decided to change out of his suit. Sticking to his black trousers he put on a black mock neck long-sleeved top that he rolled up a bit. Pairing it with his normal black dress shoes, his silver cross necklace, his diamond stud, and a few of his favorite rings. Some are gifted by Leo. Elio smiled at the memories that came with them.

At the same time downstairs, Selenia lay on her queen-sized bed reading her book and drinking her signature alcohol, Absolute Vodka, from the bottle.

Her room consisted of her bed which had a white fluffy comforter on it along with white sheets. Along one wall she had only bookshelves, stuffed full of books. Some even piled up on the floor in front of the shelves. Just like Elio's room, her bathroom and closet were on the other side of her room. She decorated the area with many cute cigarette trays, a few empty vodka bottles she hasn't recycled yet, and her knives which were displayed proudly on her bare wall. She specialized in knives and seduction. She was a temptress, luring in men, just to slaughter them later.

Selenia hated people, but she hated nothing more than white men. She didn't like when people thought themselves to be better than others, especially her. White men always had the audacity. Unfortunately for her, the American mafia base was made up of 75% white men. However, she promised the old Capo, and now Matteo that she would try her best to not kill them. But sometimes she couldn't help herself. When they eyed her like she was something conquered, or spoke to her as if she were a child she couldn't help the blood lust she felt. How she wanted to feel the blood of those men on her hands.

It was true, Selenia loved to kill. That's why the mafia made sense for her. She had made an unusual agreement with the Capo that as long as they supplied her with what she wanted, she would work for them and stay loyal. She didn't plan on leaving anytime soon, she rather enjoyed the job. Killing and torturing people and the expensive clothing and shoes she got to keep after a mission that required a specific type of dress.

Selenia had no friends. Although she respected Capo because he respected her, she also did kind of liked the head chef, but only because he made the best food. She had no "girl" friends, not that she hated women she just didn't bother with making friends, having no interest in the matter especially if she didn't get anything out of it. Like most members of the mafia, the woman stayed out of her way, some of the respect, or fear. Selenia got away with almost anything in the house, always getting what she wanted whether it be from her position in the mafia or manipulation.

After finishing the chapter of the book she has been reading the past few days, she decided she needed to start to head to the meeting room. She didn't bother to change out of her baggy grey sweats and black bralette that held a lace detail. Keeping her long black hair naturally down out of pure laziness. Slipping on her bunny slippers, pocketing her pack of cigs, and chugging a few more gulps of vodka she headed out.

Selenia lazily made her way towards the board room with a cig in hand, feeling lightly tipsy from her vodka. She always felt the need to drink, she couldn't stand how mundane the world was without it.

She was Unaware when Elios came to the bottom of the stairs and entered the hall that led to the meeting room, he found the short girl from earlier walking ahead of him. He wasn't much for small talk, but seeing as his strides were way longer than hers, he'd catch up to her soon.

Now walking in pace with the 5'2 girl, Elios felt like a giant at 6'5. He did a once over trying to get a look at the interesting girl, long black hair that reached her midback, a few tattoos littered her body, none seemed to hold any meaning, and a lazy day outfit, almost as if she just rolled out of bed. What surprised him, even more, were the bunny slippers adorning her feet. For some apparent sociopath, she was pretty adorable.

The movement drew his attention back up to her head, she was now looking up at him, slowly blowing smoke out of her pouted rose lips. Her eyes were a striking green that almost seemed unreal. Cute. He couldn't help but ask,

"How old are you?" she didn't move her face, which stayed flat and unreadable until a slight glimpse of what seemed like irritation crossed her face.

Selenia didn't respond to the man for a minute. She had admired his taste in clothing as well as the beautiful ink he had etched into his skin. In a few spots, he had white or red ink, which popped against his dark complexion. He was handsome there was no doubt about it, and she couldn't help but wonder what he was like in bed.

Although she hated men, she, unfortunately, preferred dick. So, when she felt the need she chooses a willing admirer to bed. Most were less than good. If she was frustrated enough she'd end up killing them, although that hasn't happened in a while after Matteo begged her to stop killing so many members.

However, Selenia had a feeling this man could fuck. That's exactly what she needed. And he wasn't white, a bonus, hopefully, he'll have less of an ego.

"22" she replied flatly, finally looking away from the tall man.
The answer left Elios slightly shocked as she seemed so small, but he accepted the answer as she carried herself with elegance a teen couldn't. Who was he to question her age anyway, she had no reason to lie? Also, her beautiful ass, which Elio did admire earlier, said she had a body of women, she was just short.

The pair were nearing their destination, Selenia still smoking with no sign of stopping, which irritated him. He spoke up,

"I'd put that out before the meeting. I don't tolerate smoking during these types of conversations." It came out harder and more of an order than Elio had intended. The tone only ticked off Selenia

"Who are you to tell me what I can do" pissed she might kill him before she got to see if he could fuck or not.

They stopped outside the door, staring each other down

"Your Don" Elio cooly replied. To say Selenia was surprised would be a lie. She could see a man like him filling that position. But his authority over her didn't sit right with her. Their eye contact remained as she took one last drag before putting it out on the mansion wall, to piss him off, and then sliding the bud into her metal tin slightly full of sand that she carries around. She hated litter and she hates messes.

Selenia left the man in the hall as she came into the meeting, everyone moved out of her away so she could make her way across the room to her seat, which was to the left of the head. Matteo sat across from her.