Sold to the mafia

Drunk words, sober thoughts

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"Kitten, you ready?" Antonio calls out as I smack my lips together, applying more gloss. He is so impatient. "I'm ready, one sec." I reply whilst standing back in the bathroom mirror and admiring my little black flared skirt and bodysuit, matched with cute heels. "You said that to me ten minutes ago." Antonio lightly argues back as I roll me eyes. Good thing he didn't see me eye roll otherwise my life wouldn't be worth living. I tighten my slicked ponytail then shrug my handbag onto my shoulder, wandering into the bedroom where Antonio sits on the bed and distracted by his phone.

"I'm ready." I stand in front of him, catching his attention. Antonio's eyes go straight to my skirt then narrows his stare to me. "You're pushing it." He warns, pulling me in between his legs and pulling at my skirt. "Antonio." I groan, lightly slapping his hands away. "It's fine!" I reassure him, looking down at my skirt and patting it down.

"Turn around." Antonio tells me as he begins turning my butt to face him. "Kitten, your ass is one mishap away from fallin out." He scolds, pulling at it as I try wriggling away from him. He's being so dramatic. "I ain't happy with it, I'm sorry but you're gonna have to get changed." Antonio says as I pretty much stomp my foot at this point. He's asking for a tantrum.

"But Antonio." I whine, my lower lip poking out. "I feel so pretty though." I turn around as I sadly look towards him. "I really like it." He rubs my legs up and down as I whine on like a big baby. "I nev-."

Eventually he stands to his feet and towers over me, grabbing underneath my jaw. "Only because you're feelin' all pretty" he interrupts. "And lookin it." Antonio's eyes fall to my lips as they usually do, soon feeling his lips press against mine. "If anyone gets they ass beat, it's on you." He warns as his body leaves mine, soon grabbing  his pocket knife from the bedside table and tucks it into his inner suit pocket.

"Seriously, Antonio?" I lightly laugh whilst he tugs at his suit then wanders towards me. "Dead fuckin serious." He says, standing closely in front of me yet doesn't lay a finger. I don't know why I still get surprised at this stuff. "Havin a pretty female by my side has its consequences, if I can't handle it I shouldn't have one." Antonio says and I can't help but let my smile widen. It never gets old hearing him call me pretty. "I can't be having no ugly females." He looks almost disgusted at that thought.

"Don't you mean no females at all except me?" I side eye him as he gives out his liquid gold chuckle. Ugh, that does things.

Antonio nods, tucking his hands into his pockets. "Yes, kitten. No females except you. It's been that way for a while and it's gonna stay that way." He reassures me and I begin swaying, grinning ear to ear. He just makes me so giddy. I do believe him. However, sometimes it is hard to believe when I am feeling insecure because any woman would be down on their knees for him. What more could you want? Handsome, ripped, tall, wealthy, dominant, and faultless in the bedroom. I'd like to think all those make up for his raging red flags.  "Hm, okay. I believe you." I send him a playful look before wandering off to the mirror and checking my outfit once again, considering attempted to sabotage it.

                                        ***

"This is so good." I moan, digging into my grilled fish. "How's yours?" I look up to Antonio who is stripping out of his suit jacket.

"Fuckin good but I'm hot as hell." He sighs, draping it over the back of his chair before he sits back down and taking a sip of his whiskey. It is so hot out here even when we are sat outside like we are now, it's enough to make you sweat.

I was about to have another mouthful until the waitress stands besides our table. "Is everything okay for you?" She asks as I glance towards my empty wine glass then look to Antonio who nods. "It's good, thank you. Please can I have another glass of that wine though?"