Fucking The Mafia ♥️Complete♥️

Chapter 3

(From left to right) Henrik Fallenius, Dimitris Alexandrou, and Yiorgos Karavas as the Hemmings triplets

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Two days. That's how long I waited until I snuck out the first time. It was fun and I felt like a spy climbing out of my window and making it down to the ground floor and out of the security gate without alerting anyone. Once I got to the main street I smirked as I continued my walk, not quite sure on where I was going but happy that I sent out my middle finger to both my brothers and those gorgeous triplets. The times after that was also a rush. I mostly would just find a roof top to sit on for a few hours before sneaking back in. This time though I intended to have fun. I was dressed in a pair of white skinnies with a white sleeveless crop tank with black eyes on it, and blue platform booties with matching blue accessories.

After successfully sneaking out of the house I made my way to a club that I frequent and easily got inside. The music was thumping and the song that was playing was vibing. I ordered a drink and sipped it as I shook my hips a bit to the beat. Once I was feeling a slight buzz I made my way out to the dance floor. I don't know exactly what song was playing but it had a killer beat and I was really feeling it.

I danced for a few hours before calling it a night. I made my way into the bathroom to take a shower. After I showered I toweled off and walked back out into my room fully intent on sleeping until I noticed that the items on my desk were moved and my phone light was on.Without though I got into defense mode as I looked around my room for the culprit but coming up empty. I found a pair of sweat pants and a shirt that seemed slightly big but I liked it.

After one last glance around I fell asleep. I was a bit put off for the next couple of days because things seemed to me moving themselves in my room, even if I had locked the door and windows so I equated it to Dom and Diego being dicks for some reason only known to them. I put down my book and went to use the bathroom. I was washing my hands when I looked to my reflection and froze.

My eyes widened as my hand slowly went to the dark purple marks that littered my neck and I hesitantly pulled down the neck of my shirt to see more of them on my shoulders. I turn and quickly return to my room. I glance around and the book that is on my bed catches my attention. I went over, picked it up and nearly dropped it again. I pulled my Taurus 24/7 .45 ACP OSS from under my mattress without hesitation, deftly switching the safety to the cocked-and-locked mode as I warily glanced at the book that I dropped when I escaped from the Hemmings triplets. I did a thorough sweep of my room, finger on the trigger in case I had to act. Once I came up empty I slid my gun into the waist band of my panties before making sure to lock my room. I placed the book on my shelf and my gun on my night stand before calling it a night.

When I woke up the next morning I noticed two things.

1) My gun was missing

and

2) The book was in it's place but this tine it had paper sticking out of it.

I picked up the book and shook it out causing three pieces of paper to fall out. I picked up the first sheet and unfolded it.

"You look good in my shirts. " ~F

My eyes widened after that and I swiftly snatched the over sized shirt over my head. I wondered why they were so big but they were really comfortable so I didn't pay it any mind. Once I put on another shirt I picked up the next one.

"Borrowed your gun I'll bring it back soon, hope you don't mind. I bet your angry face is really sexy right now too." ~A

My eyes narrowed as I read the message and turned my eyes to the last one.

"This should be good." I muttered to myself as I unfolded it.

"I hope you don't mind the marks I left, I couldn't help myself." ~D

My hand went to my neck and I quickly went to a mirror to discover that I had a fresh set of hickies on my neck. I went the whole day fuming mad.

How dare they, did they not have any nerve. Dom and Diego were busy running and Dad was doing his own business that they failed to notice my sour mood. Come night I decided that I was going to leave a message of my own. I took all of the over sized shirts and folded them up, setting them on the night stand where my gun was. I then took to work on my letter with a smug look on my face.

"You wanna play boys. Let's play." I muttered as I wrote out my letter furiously before dropping it on top of the shirts and climbing into bed.

"Let's see how you feel about that."