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𝐅 𝐎 𝐑 𝐓 𝐘 ~ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐕 𝐄 𝐍 ☆

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✼ N E V A E H ✼

I've been using the advice Spencer gave me for the past two weeks now and I would say it's worked wonders. Although I'm starting to think someone also gave Atticus a talk as well because he's giving me the same energy back. I've always known he was competitive, but I wasn't going to let him beat me at my own game.

I'm proud to say that I've got a whole lot of writing for my story and I'm not sure what I'm writing at this point. The words just flow through my head and I put it into paper. I really don't know my intention for my story so far, but I know it has to be good, especially since I'm most likely going to be unemployed by the time I get to Florida. If.

I've occupied my mind by doing all the doctor rounds necessary for the Mafia. Atticus' men and women were constantly going on missions these past weeks and they were literally getting injured left and right. Yesterday someone came in with a blade jammed into their thigh and miraculously they still managed to walk.

Atticus and I just exchange a few simple casualties whenever our work causes us to bump into each other, but it's out of respect. I'm pretty sure he's gotten the hint by now. It still doesn't stop me from wondering what he's doing.

I think this little avoidance game has given me time to figure out what I want. To know if I really want Atticus or am I just bored and horny? The answer to that will shock you. Sike, I haven't even figured out the answer to it yet. All I know is that the question is looming over me like my own personal cloud.

And it's probably waiting for me to give it an answer but we can't all get what we want. For example, I want Michael B. Jordan to reject me so I can move on. And he still hasn't. Although, I don't want him to reject me.

I like this back and forth thing we have with each other. We've been together for five years and he's seeing other women but he can't let me go and I can't let him go either. I swear we are in the healthiest of relationships though.

My little avoidance game with NOT Michael B. Jordan, however must take a little break. Because of my spidey senses, I was able to warn Atticus about an attack that I didn't even know was happening.

And apparently that is a valuable asset in the Mafia. So his lovely mother decided that as an apology for wrongly accusing me and cuffing me and abducting me to begin with, he should give me what I want.

I mean, I want a lot of things. MBJ, for starters. But at the moment all I was thinking about was what it would be like to have a knife of my own with my initials carved on it. And at the moment the only presentable idea seemed to be- join the fucking Mafia. So that's exactly what I asked for.

Atticus, for the life of him, can't say no to his mom so he gave into it. Today is when I get introduced to most of his Mafia and ensure my place in his Mafia. He keeps telling me it's not implemented yet, but we'll just have to see about that.

And of course Atticus' trifling ass decided to make this meeting so fucking early in the morning even though he knows damn fucking well that I'm not a morning person. I hope he chokes on his own dick.

First impressions last forever and make a huge difference, so I had to make sure to dress accordingly. I decided to throw on a solid black jumpsuit that had a little bit of a low cut, showing my boobs. But a little bit of cleavage never hurt anyone.

I throw on a gold chunky necklace and put on a pair of black wedges. I chose to straighten my hair which took a long ass time because I had to detangle my curls first. When I finished, I simply clipped some of it in the back and brought out a few strands to the front of my face.