The Mafia's Pet: Pawn Of The Ruthless ( A Dark Romance)

Chapter 26

EMILIA

I fussed with my hair, pulling it up and down, but nothing seemed to be working. All I could feel was so much anger at being cast aside by Aemelio. Our names were literally identical, but he didn't care. I sighed as I let the hair fall down my shoulders before sneaking my fingers into it, massaging it like my life depended on it.

"Calm the duck down, babe," I whined.

With a smile, I turned around and stared at the small wardrobe that housed my clothes. I always tried to live small so that the parasites in my life wouldn't try to get the money that I had suffered to accumulate over time.

But my clothes were always top-notch, no matter what. "Aemelio, you walked me out of your room like I meant nothing to you, but I wouldn't let that happen again. You're my credit card and a key to living the life I have always dreamed of for myself. You will have no choice but to dance to my tunes soon. I'm coming, darling," I whispered to the quiet room before turning back to the mirror.

With a smirk, I pulled my hair up, using a clip to hold it up. My hair pulled in many angles then, and I smiled. I sure knew how to get the work done. He may have gotten a hold of another woman, but he would have to realize that no one could take care of him like me. I was the ultimate passcode to a life full of riches.

A knock sounded at the door right then, and I frowned lightly before moving over to the wardrobe. "Who is it?' I managed.

"Emilia, it's Eve," came the calm voice.

Eve?

Oh, I forgot my bestie for a second. The girl was as annoying as they come with her high-pitched voice, but still, she was generous when it counted. My fingers skimmed through the clothes, and I finally found a short mini gown, which cut so low at the front like a V, exposing most of my breasts and stomach. With my big breasts, it was literally perfect.

"Are you in there?" Eve cried once more.

I groaned as I pulled the gown out, slamming the wardrobe shut again. "Yes, do come in," I mumbled.

The door twitched then, and Eve stepped into the room, dressed in high heels and a comfy outfit that somehow made her look more curvaceous than she was. Her hair was down on her shoulder, and I could tell that she must have been coming from one of her many dates.

"Wow! You're holding your killer dress today," she remarked.

I rolled my eyes as I let the robe I had on fall to the ground before slowly pulling the gown down my body. "I have to dress good sometimes, Eve," I reminded her.

Her breezy laugh rang in the air. "I don't think you've ever worn that dress just to look good. So, what's the tea? Whose darling boy are you trying to sink into your trap so early in the morning?"

I rolled my eyes as I signaled for her to assist me with the zipper at the back of the dress. She quickly moved over and started putting it all in place. "Eve, I'm not trapping anyone, but securing what was already mine," I mumbled.
She giggled.

"I like the sound of that. Does it by any chance have to do with Aemelio, Emilia?" She asked at once.

I groaned when she was done and turned around to face her. "Is that so evident?"

She shrugged. "Well, you're always so antsy when it comes to him. So, it's not so difficult to be able to put two and two together. I have always known that you would never let him go for anything in the world. But the fact that you're doing this so early in the morning is fucking sus; code for suspicious. I picked up the new word on the internet," she mumbled.

I sighed as I walked away, moving to my shoe rack. The pointy red heel I had gotten a week ago stared right at me. This was perfect for the dress.

"You may be right," I said to Eve as I grabbed a hold of the heels, and made my way back to the bed.