The Mafia's Dog Turned Pretty

You are a woman

At the early hours of the morning, before dawn.. Dante had opened his eyes, his bladder felt heavy.

He tried getting up but a heavy log in his arms stops him. A confused Dante squint his eyes trying see through the darkness.

His left hand was able to find the lamp on the cupboard besides the bed and he puts on the light.

Apparently it wasn't a log that was sleeping on Dante's arms, but his dog turned woman. Cookie.

He stares at her face in admiration, her cute little nose rising and falling made his heart warm up in admiration.

He caressed her cheeks the urge to bite both cheeks aroused in him. He didn't just want to bite her cheeks, but other places on her body.

"Come back to your senses, Dante." He chides himself getting up from from the bed.

He walks into the bathroom takes a leak and heads back into the room. He didn't feel like sleeping on the same bed as Cookie, afraid he might loose his self control and so decides to sleep in his guest room.

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Cookie yawns opening her eyes to the beautiful morning, she gets up from the bed.. stretched a bit, crawled to the toilet and made use of her doggy potty.

On coming back to the room, Cookie noticed something was definitely wrong and missing from the room.

*Where is master?* She asked out loud staring at the empty room.

She crawls out of the room and into the sitting room but was still met by an unoccupied room.

She frowns, her brows furrows in worry.

Cookie crawls to the door and sat down in front it, waiting... waiting for her master to return.

Dante steps out of the guest room, a squeaky sound follows as he closes the door but the sound wasn't enough to distract cookie over her intense gazing at the door.

Dante halts on seeing his dog turned woman sitting in front of the sitting room door having a eye contest with it.

"Why are you staring at the door?" Dante asked raising an eyebrow.

At first the voice did not register in Cookie's head, then slowly it dawned. Her Owner!

She turns around with so much joy and excitement reflecting on her face, she crawls to Dante in fast strides. She got to where he was, stood up and excitedly jumps on Dante.

Dante was quick to notice the formidable act she was about performing and so he moved to the side, causing Cookie to fall face flat on the tile.

"Ouch." She cries out in pain.

"Do not try hugging me again, cause the next time you do I would make sure you end up in that exact position." Dante warns sternly moving away from her.

"But I was just so excited to see you. What's bad in hugging my master and why do you have to be so cold about it?" Cookie counters in response.

He walks past her without a reply, heading straight for the kitchen. Dante makes himself some coffee, and with the coffee in his hand he steps out of the kitchen but a certain two curious eyes brings him to an halt.

"Fuck!" He exclaims wiping his finger off his nightwear. The coffe had spilled on his hands.

"Sorry." Cookie mumbled.

"Why are you crouching down in front of the kitchen." Dante asked her groaning in despair.

"I was curious to know why you left your room and slept in the guest room."

"I left because you were there." He answered walking past her.

Cookie frowns, "But we have always slept together. Even when you had those women around, we would still end up spending the night together after you have chased them out."

Dante had a-lot of words to say, he had much more words stored in his mind and he would love to throw them out on her. The ringing of his phone stopped him from saying anything.

"Pa." He mutters staring at the screen of his phone.

He swiped the green button quickly, knowing his father hates to be kept waiting.

"What is this I am hearing?" His father bellowed.

"Good morning Pa.. And what exactly did you hear?" Dante drawls.

"You are supposed to know what this piece of news is. Seeing you are at the center of it!"

Dante ransacks his brain trying to figure out what his father was talking about. He tried remembering if he must have caused some trouble the day before. His dog turned woman had kept him busy, he definitely didn't have the time to cause any ounce of trouble.

"Still don't know what you are talking about father." Dante replied with confidence, knowing he had no knowledge of any memory that spells out *You committed*

"You! You! You Didn't attend Mr Clark's birthday, and you knew how special he was to us, at the moment. How could you have forgotten his birthday! Now the White House was able to curry favors from him." Dante's Pa rambled off in anger, he wished he could be at the other side of the phone with his boy, then he had made sure he visit hell and comes back just in time for dinner.

Dante cussed silently, wishing he could turn back the hands of time. He had forgotten about the party, he had his hands full with Cookie's dilemma.

Knowing his father wasn't the one to hear *Sorry* or unnecessary complaints, he had to choose his next words carefully, "I have no excuses Pa, but I would find another way to be in the good books of Mr Clark."

"There's a mini party at his house on Friday. He calls it the second wave of his birthday party and this time he only invited a few. You should be glad he still holds us in high esteem and that's why the red house is still invited. You had better be there and bring a girl along."

Dante's father wasn't a man to dilly dally and for this reason he hung up the seconds his messaged has being delivered onto its recipient.

Dante stared at the screen of his phone confused, his brain repeating the last words of his father. *Bring a girl along*

"I should bring a girl? But where do I get a girl in just two days, I can't surely ask one of my many escapades to act as my girlfriend." He mumbles thinking greatly.

He knew his father wouldn't have asked him to bring a girl along, if it wasn't of great important.

*Where do I find...*

"Who was that?" A curios cookie interrupts Dante deep search for a girl.

"It was... wait a minute! You are a girl! You are a lady! You are fucking woman!!" Dante exclaims facepalming his self.

"I guess I am.."

"You would be my girlfriend." Dante said in finalization, giving no room for argument.

"Okay." Cookie giggled in reply.