My Biggest Obsession

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞.

I woke up sweating, and hyperventilating. Feeling like the darkness around me was the only thing that I could sense right now.

Like the darkness was going to swallow me. I took deep breaths to calm myself down.

I needed a shower. And fast.

I'll always thank my parents for putting a private bathroom in my room. I calmed immediately after feeling the hot water on my body. I let out a sigh of relief. Fuck, this was better than therapy.

I dried myself then got dressed.

I looked at the hour my phone showed,

Eight A.M.

I was already in a bad mood just knowing what was going to happen tonight. Me and my family were invited to a Mafia event, a lot of Mafia's families were going to be there.

It wasn't big like the Mafia Ball, which took place every year in november.
But still a large event.

Large enough to have the Rossi family there.

Our families were once enemies, but now they got along very well.

Unfortunately.

So well, that at every event like this, our families were sitting at the same table.

Every. Damn. Time.

A few years ago, our families created an alliance between my family and theirs. Which now made both of our families even more powerful. But in the first place the goal of this was to find me.

Even if I'll never say it out loud, and I can be a bitch as much as I wanted, I was still grateful. Because I knew for a fact that if they hadn't been there to help my parents, I maybe wouldn't be there. I'd maybe still be there.

I got along with everyone in the Rossi family. Except one.

The asshole.

Also known as Aace Rossi.

I found this nickname for him a few years ago, and I'd say that I'm kind of proud of me on this. It was the perfect nickname for him.

I hated him from the bottom of my heart. And he hated me too. I often ask myself why I didn't kill him yet. Maybe because after that my mother would kill me.

Last year during a meal I couldn't control myself. And my hand accidentally met his face. The asshole didn't like that I slapped him at this moment. But the happiness I felt after doing it was amazing.

After all, he deserved it.

But like it wasn't enough, a few weeks ago our parents planned a meal with them tomorrow at seven PM.

Which meant I was going to see the asshole tonight. And tomorrow.

Two times, in two days.

It was already too much. My blood was already boiling.