The Black Silk

Chapter 2 🖤✨

After the very intense skirmish with my boss Adrian, the pilots switched on the seatbelt signs and announced the landing of our flight with the weather report the places for sightseeing, and the famous markets to shop from. "OH! Thank God for some semblance of hope to get rid of this torture." I had mumbled those words loud enough for those Stronzi on either side of my seat to hear it.

The announcement served as a referee between us and took my mind off the boob squisher and that Testa di Minchia is currently my seat partner and employer. Fortunately, the landing was smooth and I didn't have to face that Figa again as I instantly stood up grabbed my check-in luggage, and rushed towards the exit and to the conveyor belt, as a cheetah running for his prey.

I had some hiccups running through the airport because of the hellish outfit that had been prepared for me by Fleur. I swear to God, that Baldracca would wish to have not forced me into wearing those sky-high Louboutins paired with a sweetheart neckline, dipped deep enough to show my ample chest also hugged my body in all the right places, catching the glances of many with a hemline just shy enough of being immodest. I still did a decent job reaching my conveyor belt as fast as I could in those heels.

Waiting for my luggage with aching feet, a strange eerie feeling crept in as I felt an onslaught of lustful daggers being thrown at my back. Having successfully drawn out my luggage from the conveyor belt, I proceeded to turn but almost yelped out loud. As I proceeded to turn That Coglione had followed me to the conveyer belt and stalked me to the spot and was standing behind me creeping me with his repugnant yellow eyes and his almost pregnant belly with food touching my ass. His presence had been annoying me the entire flight added to that I would have experienced a raging headache had it not been for Adrian giving me an Advil like he was a disciple of Mother Teresa.

"Cavolo! It feels like a sin to even consider him the disciple of such a great personality. Eww! Never again Cellina."

But the matter at hand was not Adrian The Boss, but this pregnant man behind me.

I was seconds away from drilling a hole into the head of that Maiala and for once I was thankful to Fleur for making me wear those Louboutins. It was in my blood that no matter what amount of pain you are at the receiving end just multiply the number and throw it back at them. And this teaching has been my only motivator for all the jobs I have pulled up until now.

I was recalling what my father had once taught me, "Whatever the consequence be just beat that Merda like you do it to a piece of rag."

As I was about to reach my heels, suddenly the cold area became chilly and some onlookers started to scatter and others who were fixated on the spot diverted their eyes, so that they'd not meet the eyes of Satan. With the presence of that chilly aura that pompinaro tried to meet the record timing of Usain Bolt before he was caught but failed miserably.

I have never had sympathy for dumbfucks like the pregnant man who thought that they could get away by making people disgusted with themselves. But before the people could even call the ambulance on him with some of my personal touches, it was not Adrian DeLuca that stood between me and that fatass but The Capo Famiglia.

" You dared to touch that belonged to me, you Figlio Di Puttana lusted over someone who belonged to the brotherhood. I promise you son of a bitch from here on whenever you even lay an eye on your wife you will remember what happened to you after you left the airport. Whenever you close your eyes you will remember these eyes, and what they made you suffer." The Capo Famiglia had openly threatened him with thousands of witnesses.

Honestly! That warning made the butterflies in my stomach alive again, made my jaw hit the ground, and had my panties turn into a pool of melted desire, had I not snapped myself out of that reverie. Moving closer to the man Adrian had whispered something grave that had turned the man in front of him pale blue and made him wait for his luggage like a beat dog in the corner.

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He turned towards me angrily, "You are supposed to be the team leader, with these skills I would highly recommend you to be positioned as the receptionist, passing fake smiles to the ugly bastards and dealing with their antics." He spoke as if I was about to go worship that bastard for harassing me had he not stepped in between.

"First that God-forsaken party you lose your ability to walk, and now this, I think it's high time you visit your career choices Cellina." I would have given my undivided attention to how my name rolled off his tongue with that gravelly deep voice, had my little miss sense not nudged me to retort and mock him with the same response.

"PATETICO!" The last word flowing out of his mouth had just awakened the cretin in me which he was about to suffer.

"This could have been the hottest and the kindest thing you would have done for me se non avessi aperto la tua bocca sporca (Had you not opened your foul mouth.)." And of course, how dare I stay quiet about his comment about what I would be good at.

" If I suit the receptionist's position passing fake smiles all day long, I think you would better suit the sweeper post. But I wonder whether the sweeper community would even welcome you." I mentally patted myself for the reply.

"Tsk, PATETICA!" Like a cheery cake, the retort was smoother than the cream and had a little bit of dramatic effect.

Busy with breathing down fire on my head, and me behaving nonchalantly, our luggage started popping out on the belt. As luck would have it took proper 15 minutes for my suitcase to come out from behind the curtain. Until then in the cold waiting area, I had little sweat droplets forming on the nape of my neck because someone wouldn't stop breathing down fire for the little payback he received.

Waiting for those fifteen minutes felt like an eternity and I had been tapping my foot anxiously and desperately wishing fiercely to get out of Adrian's piercing stare. As soon as my wish had come true I bolted out as fast as I could in those devilish heels and to my ride waiting for my arrival with a name plaque dedicated to Cellina Vittori.

Since Fleur was marrying into old money, my ride was nothing less than a Porsche, with a buffed-up chauffeur in a black uniform, with the shirt buttons stretched violently at the chest area, even the coat sleeves were not able to conceal those big muscles and the hands covered were covered in black gloves. Shoes that shined brighter than a mirror could've helped me reapply my lipstick.

I was slowly checking out my chauffeur who was putting those muscles to good use.

"SANTO INFERNO! Even the chauffeurs of this family could give the most handsome man on this planet a run for their money." I thought it was me talking to myself, but the little smirk spread across that chauffeur's face had told me otherwise.

Being the gentleman he was he opened the door for me to sit inside as the ride and road to the venue was long. As I seated myself in the car he closed the door and went up to his driving seat and we started towards our destination.

The last thing I saw while leaving the airport was an angry ape, Adrian, who was ready to tear me apart with his bare hands had he got his hands on me. I wondered what made that Scimmia (ape) ready to go on a rampage within ten minutes of me leaving his line of sight.