"𝙄𝙏𝙎 𝙈𝙔 𝙅𝙊𝘽 𝙏𝙊 𝙏𝘼𝙆𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙍𝙀 𝙊𝙁 𝙔𝙊𝙐, 𝙄𝙎𝙉𝙏 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙍𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏 𝙔/𝙉?"
When a ruthless mafia leader meets an naive innocent girl, what can go wrong?
WARNING!
This includes..
Swearing
Gun violence
Childish/naïve reader
Drug me...
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"You pinky promise?"
As we drove home, I was quite excited for the party. Mixed emotions stirred through my head, and I thought that I was too immature to even go to a "work" party.
"Are you worried Y/N..?" Said a deep voice breaking my thoughts.
I shake my head no even though I was lying.
"No! Im.... excitied!" I say quietly.
He looks at me through the rear view mirror, and we make eye contact. I quickly look away, trying to hide my excite turned nervous.
"You don't look confident, sweetheart."
He sighs out, causing me to sink in my seat. "You're going to be fine, Y/N. you're going to be the center of attention with your beautiful dress. You're going to look..."
He bites his lips, weirdly stopping his sentence.
"You're going to look stunning."
I start to smile from the sudden complement, trying to hide it from Allistar.
Eventually, we pull up to our house, and we get out the car.
"Also Y/N I forgot to tell you, I'm bringing a makeup artist in. She's really good at what she does, I met her at work."
[author'a pov]
He didn't actually meet her at work, she owes him money. He told her that he'll forgive half of it if she does this task.
"A makeup artist..? What is that..?" You ask in embarrassment, looking at Allistar.
We walk to the kitchen, and Allistar says,
"Someone who does really good makeup and gets paid for it. The usually do it on scpecial occasions like this."
You make a 'ohhh' expression, now kind of excited to see what lady will do your makeup.
"So she'll make me look pretty, right?"
"Very pretty princess." Allistar says, patting your head.
Like on que, the doorbell rings. Both of our heads rip to face the doorbell, and Allistar walks toward the door.
He opens it, and there she was. Your makeup artist.
"Hello! Is t-this Uhm.. Mr. Jones's house?" She says, looking at his disturbing demeanour before looking away from his face.
Allistar almost cringed hearing his cover up name, and carefully observed her.
She was on the shorter side, red hair and green eyes that shined brightly in the sun. She had a large makeup bag that looked quite heavy from and outside perspective, but to her she gotten used to the weight.
She was wearing a band t-shirt, and denim baggy jeans, and she looked quite young. Her voice was high pitched, but probably from nervousness or fright.
"Just call me sir. Follow me." Allistar says before turning around guiding her into his house.
Her and her red hair quickly follow him, all the way to the kitchen where we were originally.
"This is Y/N, we are going to one of my investor's gatherings tonight, so she needs her makeup done."
You give her a small smile and wave, which she replicates back.
"You guys can do it upstairs, I'll be downstairs, okay?" He says, looking at me while softening his tone a little.
He turns to the green eyed girl, and whispers in her ear.
"Don't fuck it up."
She stiffens up after hearing that, her blood solidifying as the seconds go by.
He leaves the kitchen, probably to his office or another room.
"Uhm, my name is Sophie! N-nice to meet you Y/N.." she says quietly.
"Nice to meet you too..!"
The silence between you to was very awkward, meanwhile Sophie was waiting for you to just order her around like ways.
"I've never gotten my makeup done before..! I'm a bit nervous.. b-but we can go to my washroom if you like!" You mumble out to her, which she understood.
She nods her head, and you quickly lead the way to the staircase. Sophie felt bad for you, she could see herself through you.
She also wondered if you had debt just like her, and why would you live with a controlling loan shark.
If only Sophie knew that Allistar was by far such a worse person than that.
As you guys ascended the stairs and went straight to your bathroom. Sophie was immediately taken back by the size.
You had a beautiful vanity, but it seemed like you didn't realize it.
"Woah Y/N.. you're bathroom is huge!" Sophie says, in shock still looking around.
Was she truly in debt? Why would she be living lavish like this..?
"I know... the size of this bathroom used to be the size of my living room back at my house." You say.
The red head laughed, and you giggle a little bit. Her laugh sounded beautiful, and you took a chance to look at her properly.
She was a beautiful girl, freckles covering her pale skin, her hair slightly wavy. You wished you look like her just a little.
"Okay Y/N! Let's sit you down and get started!"
Hallo guys!!
As I said on the messages part of my page, I made a quotev justttttt Incase my stories get deleted/ taken down.
It's @tojisbloodyt4mpon !
I will be transferring my promise book there, (special/headcannons included, but not Qna's) but it might take awhile due to how much I wrote 😞
(Also I'm NOT moving there, I'm just putting it there as back up so I can re upload it here.)
I don't know if my oneshots or my other books will make it, but I will concider it after I put Promise up.
Anyways, I'll be in your nightmares always, God loves you!!! 🎀
