𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄: KAGE

02.

INDIGO'S POV:

"What about this one?" Jennie asks me, holding up a red dress with spaghetti straps.

"No." I say and she huffs. We've been in my room since six pm trying to find the perfect dress to wear to the club.

After breakfast this morning, I asked Mom and Dad if I could go shopping with Jennie today. And sleep over at her place.

They didn't mind, Jennie's family has been family friends with us since the time of my great-grandfather, the one and only Ferrera Williams. He had started the Mafia, dying at a young age before handing it over to my dead ass kidnapping grandfather. Mom says not to hate him, because if it weren't for his goons kidnapping her late at night while she was returning to her house from her shift, she'd never meet dad. True. But he's still an asshole.

Back to the story, my great-grandfather only had one person he trusted, that was Jennie's great-grandmother whom he had been childhood friends with.

So when Jennie's great-grandmother finally got married and had kids, it was easy for them all to mingle. Up until now. That was why Jennie and I were so close. It's very hard to find a friend you can trust in the Mafia, but I found Jennie. Easily.

She was seated behind the small pink table decorated with ribbons and stuff on my eighth birthday. Bitch blew my candles for me, and I cut off a chunk of her hair. It was a really tough fight.

Two eight year olds fighting, what could possibly go wrong? Yeah, we kinda destroyed the entire party.

And that was how we became best friends. A decision I'm sincerely doubting as she's throwing the expensive dresses I bought today with my Papa's money around. Not like I'm a material girl, but I have the money so why not spend it? I mean, some bitches were really fucking stupid. They go around saying shit like;

No, I'm not a material girl just because my father's rich.

Dad, don't worry about that, I just bought a few cheap dresses, nothing too much.

Don't worry about that, let's just go to Starbucks or McDonald's or something.

Let's not do anything fancy today, just because I'm rich doesn't mean I should spend a lot of unnecessary money on myself.

Blah blah fucking blah.

Bro, shut the fuck up and use the money. You're rich. Not a lot of people have that advantage. Plus we only live once, who knows maybe in your next life you'd be the only daughter of a homeless pauper, or the don of a jailed gangster.

We need to appreciate the luxuries of life.

A dress hits my face, the impact making my eyes sting and water. I'm about to give Jennie a lecture when I set eyes on the best gown from my collection of dresses.

It's a short black gown I had bought about five months ago on a trip to Hawaii with Jennie. Judging by the length, it would probably reach my inner thighs, stopping just a bit below my ass. I'm going to have to go braless.