"Dominic Romano. I've been expecting you." My voice is cold and dark. I stand in his bedroom. It's pitch black in here. My knife is cold against my hand. The gun strapped to my leg is calling me. I can't. He needs to suffer.
My husband was shot in f...
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I snuck into Dominic's house. He needs some better guards or a better security system. I have tried to break into my own house before and that didn't go very well. I ended up with a bullet wound on my leg. At least I know nobody can get in.
Dante left early this morning. I didn't want to go into the office today. I'm currently in bed bored out of my mind. Shooting range? Absolutely. I get out of bed at the thought. God I love shooting my guns.
I don't have a gun kink trust me. That shit is kinda weird. (No offense btw). Vera dated this girl one time who had a serious gun kink. No wonder she got shot by the guy she cheated on Vera with.
I get changed into a red cropped tank and black shorts. Paired this with white tennis shoes and French braided my hair. This is going to be fun.
I spent six hours at the range. Oops. I didn't know what time it was until Dante called me saying he was home. I drive home and see them watching a movie on the tv eating Chinese food. "Hey guys." I jump on the couch and cuddle up to Dante. He puts his arm around me.
"Have you gotten a dress for the ball yet?" Dante looks down at me. I kiss his nose and shake my head no. They haven't sent out the invitations with the theme yet. I want a dress that goes really good with it. I was thinking of getting another tattoo as well. You can never have too many.
...the next morning...
I wake up with Dante's face between my breast. We had also at some point moved to our bed room. I stare at him for a few minutes. He is so peaceful looking. He has a small scare above his left eyebrow. That was from the time we first met. He was sent to steal drugs me and I cut him. He is actually lucky he is alive.
Dante starts to stir on my chest. "Good morning, my dream." He started calling me that name yesterday when he found it on Pinterest. Yea that's right. My baby looks on Pinterest. He has a whole vision board too. That's right be jelly.
"Good morning, hubby." I called him this last night and he said it was cute. He lifted his head and looked me in the eyes. His eyes are really dreamy. I have always loved them. He kissed my lips and jumped off the bed.
"I have to go into the office today." He says walking into the closet. I needed to go in as well. He had an office at Dominic's cover company, a jewelry business. I had a couple of their pieces actually.
"Hey, I was thinking of having everybody in the mafia get a tattoo. Yk like how you have the Italian one. What do you think?" I sit up on the bed and he walks back out in slacks and a dress shirt. He was hot.
"That sounds cool. What were you thinking?" He darts putting on his shoes and I grab my phone. I had saw some stuff that thought was cool.
"I found this on my Pinterest and though it was cool. Here" I hand him my phone and he nods in approval. The picture was skulls as butterfly wings, but I wanted to change it up a little. I want to add red and some daises growing some. I love daises.
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(Here is the inspo pic)
"That's really good. Where are you going to put it though? You have so many tattoos." He laughs a little saying that. He's right. I have like 8 different tattoos.
"Maybe the back of my neck or on my wrist." He nods his head then kisses me goodbye. I sit on our bed thinking of what to do.
I can check the mail? Nah. Read? Nope. Kill myself? That was a complete joke. I need to go in my headquarters though. Haven't checked up on them in a hot minute.
I get dresses into black skinny jeans, a red crop top, a black leather jacket, and knee high heeled boots. I looked super hot. I left my hair down in its natural waves. They looked cute.
My car ride to the base was boring. My music wasn't working and forgot to charge my phone. I plug my phone in and grab some coffee from Dunkin'. God this coffee is amazing. I love getting the salted caramel cold brew with oat milk. It's amazing.
At a red light I finally got my music to work. Killer by Valerie Broussard. This song is pretty good. It takes half an hour to get to the base. I have like two playlist that I switch between. I'm singing along to.. god I can't believe it but.. I was singing let it grow from the Lorax. It's too catchy.
I finally get to the base and pull into the underground garage. There waiting is Vera. She called me when I was getting ready. "Hey good lookin" she whistles at me.
"Hey sweetness," I kiss her check and give her a hug. We walk hand in hand to the elevator to take us underground to the base. This was very secluded base. Only half of the mafia even knows about it.
He walk into my office and sit on my couch. "I have an idea." I tell Vera turning so face her.
"Ok... is it bad?" She looks at me a little surprised.
"I want the mafia members to get a tattoo." She has a bit of a pained look. She has never gotten a tattoo. She has always been scared. The Russian mafia has never had a symbol to say it's us, but I think we should. "It's not big I promise, and it won't hurt very much. I want them to be on our wrist."
"How do you know it won't hurt?" She grabs my hand.
"Dante has a tattoo on his wrist, and he said it didn't hurt that bad." I look at her trying to sooth her worry. She thinks for a moment and nods her head. I smile. We plan when to get every body to get their tattoo.
She left my office and I'm alone. The walls in here are deep red. All the furniture is black with little red accents. The door opens and in walks Alexi. He has a smile on his face when he sees me. "Hey, Andy, what's up?" He sits on the couch next to me. He and his siblings don't call me boss. They never had. I mean we all pretty much grew up together.
"Nothing much. Are you going to the ball?" I ask him. He is a few year younger than me. He isn't the youngest of his sibling though. His sister, Sasha, is the youngest. She is 20. Then it's him, he is 22. Next is his brother Aleksandr, he is 25. Lastly is the oldest brother, Anton, he is 32. Their parents waited a few years before wanting another kid.
"Nah. That's too much work." We laugh and catch up. It's been like two months since we have seen each other. I showed him my new tats and the idea for the mafia one. He loved them. It was late when I got home. The house was quiet. I got into bed trying not to wake up Dante. This day was very long and exhausting. The ball is in two days. I'm not ready.
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Word count: 1275
This chapter was kinda lame in my opinion. I was bored and needed pretty much a filler chapter to bring in more characters. Anyways kiss kiss
