The Mafia's Rose||R18+ [Completed]

Chapter 24

I was currently in his car looking out the window as we drove to where we'd get my dress.

Mr Viteillo eyes has been on his phone since I stepped into the car letting me enjoy the view of his body. He was dressed causally which was a first for my eyes.

He wore a white t-shirt and a plain blue jean his hair styled perfectly on his head. The ink on his arm and neck on display on his muscular build.

He had this stubble on his chin that he'd always rub when he is trying to concentrate. His eyes never once derailed from the screen of his phone.

I felt the car come to a halt prompting me to look outside the window. The building stood high and majestic on the side of the road.

🆅🅸🅴🅽🅽🅰'🆂 🅵🅰🆂🅷  it read.

The door to my side opened as I stepped out of the car giving the driver a gentle smile of appreciation which he returned with a nod.

Mr Viteillo was already by my side, his phone safely tucked away in his pocket.

"Rain take the car for a ride and met us back here in 2hours" He commanded the driver who nodded and zoomed away in the car.

"Let's go" Mr Viteillo said

I bit my lips feeling nervous rubbing my sweaty palms on the side on my jeans to stop the gittery feeling inside.

I nodded and followed him inside.

If you ever thought the outside was majestic you have to see the inside. Whoever owns the place must be filthy rich. Well obviously before you can open a fashion house you must have a lot of cash I scoffed to myself.

The space was extremely wide and just plain crystal white. A few people roamed around looking at the clothes that stood rolls and rolls in. How many meters wide is this place?

A receptionist station was to the right but Mr Scaryman here found it unnecessary as he didn't even acknowledge the pretty receptionist who gave him a welcoming smile.

Asshole!

We climbed up the glass stairway the sound of our shoes resounding on the floor.

The upper section was empty but more decorated. The design contrary to the first floor was purple and white with a touch of gold. There were three lines of couches by the side and a glass table in the center.

It wasn't as wide as the first floor but it sure has multiple doors that I'm sure lead many places.

Surprisingly there was no display of clothes or anything in this section. I immediately knew that this was definitely the VIP section or whatever for super rich folks.

A lady was talking to a worker by the side she probably heard the sound of additional fees because she turned immediately and dismissed the worker who didn't fail to roam her eyes all over Mr Viteillo's body.

'He is hot get over it'

"Mr Luca..." She drawled a smile on her face as she approached us where we stood.

"Tracy I see you don't look a day older" He smiled.

Luca fucking Viteillo smiled....at her! When has he ever smiled at me? Even a little one and here he was smiling at some strange over cherry lady.

First name basis huh...

‘okayyyy....Evanora calm your tits down! Why are you mad anyway? Remember maid+boss= YOU ARE NOTHING TO HIM’

Ouch...

My mind reminded me making me remember my place.

"Is this her?"The lady asked pulling my head back from zoning off.

"Hm..give her a dress that will make her look beautiful"

It felt as if someone had poured me cold water. I stared at his stonic face my heart quiet.

She chuckled and gave me a once over look.

"I'm sure I can find something. Come with me dear" She said leaving no room for discussion. I kept my head down. His statement from earlier ringing in my ears.

I felt my eyes water but I bit my lips preventing a sob from escaping.

What's my problem! Why am I acting so pathetic! His words shouldn't affect me but they did and I couldn't help it.

I stared at the back of the lady admiring her as she moved.

She looked like his type. She was hot, looked smart, always smiling, she looks mature and she is beautiful. Her hair was in a tight bun on her head.

The silky dark wave pouring on her back. She was dressed in a high waisted pencil skirt and a white shirt that held her body firmly.

"How about this?" She spoke to me showing me a black lacy dress that'd probably be above my knee.

It was beautiful but it only had a strap a thin one.

The bruises on my arms are not prominent anymore and all healed up since no one here has been physical with me and it's been a while I cut myself but they still left a faint mark and I wasn't comfortable in my own skin.

I won't be able to bare the taunts and questions thrown at me if anyone saw it.

My body wasn't something I'd want anyone to see. It was ugly. I was ugly.

I wrapped my hands around my body as those thoughts infiltrated my head. I felt small and dirty suddenly.

"Hello..you okay?" She asked looking at me weirdly.

"Umm..y-yes...c-can I get one with a long sleeve or mid-sleeve please" my voice was low as I asked.

"Oh you're not one to show skin I see. That's okay I'm sure there is a few like that" she said with a smile.

I nodded not bothering to correct her on her assumptions. She wasn't far from the truth so their was no need.

She picked three dress fitting my request and took them to Mr Viteillo who was already sat on a couch sipping what I believe to be coffee. He doesn't drink tea.

She showed him the dresses waiting from his review on them which I didn't understand. I was the one who was going to wear them so shouldn't I be the one to choose?

"The blue and white try them on." He said his gaze on me.

I nodded my head taking the dress from the lady without question. She directed me to a changing room opposite from where Mr Viteillo sat.

"Should I come he-"

"NO!!"

I exclaimed with wide eyes shocking her and Mr Viteillo who stared at me like I had gone mad.

"I-I mean I can do it alone thank you" I kept my head down and stepped into the room shutting the door in the process.

I rested my head on the door and shut my eyes.

"Shit! What was the Evanora! You probably got them suspicious" I sighed staring at the dresses on my hand.

I took off my shirt and stared at my body in the mirror. I have gained a few pounds ever since I moved in with Mr Viteillo but I still didn't find my body beautiful.

The faint line of marks on my arms staring at me through the mirror. I was disgusted with my body. Anytime I stare at it I remember their touches all over my body. How infatuated they were with it.

My face twisted in disgust as I met my blue eyes in the mirror.

A shameful reminder of what attracted disgusting freaks to me.

I heard a knock on the door pulling me out of my head.

"Are you done?"

It was the lady's voice.

"Almost" I replied quickly taking off my jeans and wore the blue dress. It had no zipper in the back so it was easy to wear.

The dress was beautiful extremely beautiful that it left me feeling like the wrong occupant was wearing it.

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