𝐴 𝐺𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑂𝑓 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒

𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟|04

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✫𝑁𝑒𝑣𝑎𝑒ℎ 𝑍𝑖𝑎 𝐵𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑜✫

"You know," Melina pauses, grabs a brush and uses it to comb through the mess called my hair. "Your...situation, isn't bad at all."

I glare at her through the mirror infront of us, then wonder how on earth I ended up here with her.

Pablo tried to explain how a deal with the Russian Idiot would help my familia grow and that he wasn't so good at fighting that I'd die at his hands.

I was just about the deck him when I got a call from this mad-woman and she just yelled at me to get to her place 'asap'.

On any normal day, if it were the normal Nevaeh Basilio, I'd have gotten there at least two hours later. But on this abnormal day, me being the abnormal Nevaeh Basilio, I stormed out of the house and got to her place within twenty minutes.

Melina, to say in less explanatory words, was shocked and asked if I was on the brink of death and needed someone to leave all my money, clothes and--most importantly--jewellry for. Her questions stopped when I sent her a glare and she eventually coaxed me into spilling it.

"No. It's worse, not bad." I shift my gaze from her reflection in the mirror to the two rings on the index and ring finger of my left hand.

She makes her usual tsk sound and uses the brush to give my head a slight shove. "Any normal girl would love to be married to him, he's handsome, tall and most importantly rich."

It's times like this that make me regret all my life decisions.

"Well, it's quite unfortunate that I'm not a normal girl, right?" Melina would probably marry a stick as long as it came with money.

"Life isn't hard amiga, people just stress themselves too much." I can't help but disagree with her but don't bother to voice my objection. "And besides, all men are the same, just go for the rich ones."

"I feel like I should be worried about your views on society," I reply honestly because this isn't the first time she's made a comment like that.

"Relax, you idiot," She presses her fingers on my shoulders and from the corner of my eye I catch a glimpse of her smile. "Worry about yourself for a while."

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A while later, I lay on a chair in Melina's salon. My face covered in God-knows-what, eyes covered with cucumber slices and my hair in a towel.

Melina, to her credit, didn't bother me anymore about the Russian idiot and settled on rearranging random stuff in the salon.I sit there thinking about it all, trying to find a solution to...everything.

Alexie--I remember his name some how--wouldn't want anything to do with me, having an impressive empire in Russia, his reason for being here is still something I can't quite figure out.
I would've considered the thought of him wanting to have my empire but in all honesty, I know that on the list of most powerful mafia's, mine ranks sixth or fifth.

I consider he could be trying to mess with me but--

Click.

That's a sound I know well. Too well. I can tell just by how the wind has stopped reaching my face that someone has come to my side.

"Get up," A stern female voice says and I felt a gun pressed at my temple.
I can't help but hate myself, I shouldn't have let myself get distracted in public, I should've been more careful how I move around considering how the Gaetano's want my head. I shouldn't have let this happen.