𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 (ADULT ONLY)

ONE

⚡️ALISA VERNOST ⚡️

Men

Dirty dogs

I shift my gaze to the man sitting in front of me in the restaurant, Armani suit, my eyes trailing towards his wrist watch

Rolex

I look at his eyes traveling down to my chest even though his eyes covered with dark sunglasses, He adjust in his seat

I glare at his cheek my mind elsewhere,
I hate men,  fucking hate them.

I sit here forcefully with a so called 'date' planned by my father current Russian mafia leader Fabio Vernost

and my most dear brother Dominic Vernost the future leader of Russian mafia world, who wants to marry me off as soon as possible

Why?

Because I am not like the other sister Bianca Vernost Timid, quiet shy and moreover the one who agrees to whatever the fuck he says.

Why should I? I hate the ones who try to control me, I've done every thing possible that was clearly off the limits just to piss off my father and especially my brother

I have gone to club when I was 17, tried drugs when I turned 18 ; Had a boyfriend and lastly....my most favourite, stolen from the Italians.

That was the last patience I tested of them, and now they're planning to marry me off as soon as possible

I've only stolen the painting of their late grand father's, not that I had any use of it

It was the most famous painting of all time and no one dared to touch it in their own home.. well I stole it now and just for the fun of it

Along with the painting something else caught my eye and that was Maria Bernardi's ring, maybe it was her wedding ring but it sure was antique and really beautiful.

So well now the italians are pissed.. of course

There were already 4 guards up our ass 24/7 and father have ordered more. I clench my jaw my fist turning white when I think of marrying the person sitting in front of me

I try to convince my mind

He's rich..he's rich..he's rich

And I don't give a fuck

I exhale when I look at him dead in the eye "You will return home.." I lean a little closer so that he could have a better look at my chest I already knew he was staring

"Call Papa.." I drag a finger down his cheek his breath hitches, I smirk continuing "And tell him you don't like me"

"But I do-"

I put my finger on his lips "Shh.. You never cut me off when I am talking" I blink at him pinching his cheek slightly "Understood?" I ask

He hisses and gulps "Why do you want me to do that?"

I smile leaning back on my chair, crossing my leg on the other "If you don't listen to what I said, I'll stab your eyes 24 times and cut your body into uncountable pieces"

I could see his eyes widening through his sunglasses

Poor guy

Wasn't he from mafia? I am disappointed from papa that he could trust a guy who isn't in mafia

"24?" His voice troubles

I grin "As many times as you stared at my cleavage"

He clears his throat attempting to regain his composure, but I see the flicker of fear in his eyes "I don't want any trouble" he mumbles, his voice wavering slightly