𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐂𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞 | The oldest daughter of the Don to the Latin mafia hasn't had it easy in life so far growing up in a not so loving household made her have to learn how to build herself back from what her father destroyed and trust no one...
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~Mara Celemente~
The noise of the office takes over my thoughts as I walk out of my office passing his until I hear what seems to be some kind of heated argument. I'm not generally nosy or anything— okay that might have been a lie but nevertheless, I couldn't just walk past and act like I didn't hear anything, especially after the way he reacted when I tried to ask him what was wrong with him. Maybe this will tell me more about who the hell this man is because I've just realized I know nearly nothing about him except his name and that he knows how to use his dick. Maybe something they're saying will give me a little more insight into what is going on with his life and why he reacted that way when I asked about his hand even though I was just trying to help him.
But I think when you live in this world, a world you're told to let men walk all over you for the very simple reason that they think you owe them shit you have to start learning to hold your ground because if you don't you'll end being the prey. To power-hungry men, or to someone who simply thinks he's allowed to treat you horribly for the minor reason that you're a woman. To survive today's harsh world you just have to implant fear in whoever's around you because if they don't fear you they won't respect you.
Inching my head closer to the door pressing my ear to it, hearing very muffled voices but I could still make out what they were saying, barely.
"Listen man she'll come around eventually I'm sure" I heard what seems to have been Agent Jones— or as I now know Nick's voice talking. So he told him about what happened. I've learned to be very aware of everyone around me so it's not a shock to me that he trusted him enough to talk to him since I'd known they were pretty close, closer than most co-workers would be so my guess is they'd know each other way before and decided they wanted to join together.
"I don't want her to" now that was Daniel speaking, that raspy tone of his voice I'd easily recognize at any time. The voice that had whispered dirty words in my ear last night now was the same voice that disrespected me earlier and apparently also now.
"You don't mean that" Nick immediately snapped back but it didn't matter now he had said what he said. It was all said and done now. And if he thought I would sit around chasing him, begging him for a chance then he clearly had the wrong girl. He wasn't the only one that could go out to a club and pick up a random person to fuck, and he certainly wasn't the only man who knew his way around a woman's body.
I think I wasn't really listening much after that so I tightened my grip on my purse and walked away from his door and out of the building.
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Mierda
I reach over to grab my phone off the nightstand and click answer without even checking the caller id. I immediately recognize Bianca's voice on the other side, that high-pitched tone she always has when she goes on rambling about something before you even answer her, or that soft lower voice she uses whenever she's asking for something. Yeah, that tone I can just never seem to say no to.
