𝐆𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐨. Model, actress, celebrity. At the age of 22 Gianna already has everything or at least that's what everyone thinks.
But in reality, her life couldn't be more of a mess. Where there's money there's alcohol, where there's pa...
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Eleven in the morning and she still hasn't come. I have been waiting for hours, I was barely able to get some sleep last night because I couldn't stop thinking about the moment my mother would show up, so I got up around eight. I have seen online gossip magazines, pictures, and videos circling on the internet. What I did yesterday night is everywhere and she's well informed, she called me ten times yesterday, and I ignored her so I guessed she would be here first thing this morning since she hadn't come last night but she wasn't. And that's far scarier than her TED talks.
Last night when Jesse left, the unwelcomed thoughts started crawling their way into my brain. My head kept being ripped between two options, drowning my sorrows in alcohol or taking more pills but thankfully I had enough strength to stop myself from doing anything stupid, even though I needed something to distract me. I could almost physically feel the dread.
Instead, I found myself researching about Mister Bodyguard and his family. Turns out the Russos were indeed known back in the day. Matteo Russo, married former Danielle Black after he got out of prison for money laundering and gun trafficking, then they moved to Spain with their oldest kid, aka Pretty Boy. They also had Vera and lastly, they got Carlos, the youngest one who is named after Carlos Russo, Matteo's brother, and Russo's uncle.
Carlos Russo is the owner of a security company nowadays, but his past isn't any better than his brother's. About six months ago he gave his nephew a chance in the company, a bodyguard business to be precise. I guess he is the one to blame for my dearest protector's presence in my life.
I've gotta say, his family history is very interesting and somewhat fucked up but I am probably the last one with the right to judge? I'm a mentally ill model with abandonment issues caused by a father who thought that leaving me for six years was a good idea, and a crazy-ass bitch mother who uses me as a puppet. We might not have an illegal business or spent time in prison but we are the farthest thing from the perfect family.
The sound of a new message pulled me out of my thoughts.
Jesse: New viral picture, at least your ass looks great in this one.
I clicked on Jesse's text and opened the picture he sent which caused a severe feeling of cringe. I haven't seen this one yet, it's not me on the bar top but me hanging over Russo's shoulder like a rag doll, my ass up in the air on full display — at least it does look good.
Me: Bet this one is going to be my mother's fave.
Jesse: She hasn't come to raise hell upon you yet?
Me: Nope, I'm starting to believe that maybe she is dead.
Right when I click send, someone rings the doorbell to my apartment and at first I almost have a panic attack but then I remember that if it was my mother she would have burst in already. The only remaining option is Russo coming early.
