"What is it that you want from me? Huh?" He spat, raising his voice. There was a vein in his neck and he was turning red. I've never seen him this upset, I must've really hit a nerve.
His lips were tight but they were so juicy and kissable. "I want...
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Z A R I A H
The party was in full swing and I was bored out of my fucking mind.
Throughout the entire thing my mind was swirling with questions about this family and this Mafia. I looked at everyone dressed so nicely and thought 'everyone here has committed some type of crime' and I was losing it.
I down two cups of wine already and I still wasn't buzzed enough. Damon had me on his arm all night for the most part if he wasn't talking to someone or stepping away to deal with some issues.
Now that I know he's a Don, everything he does and say makes so much sense.
This isn't the life I saw for myself. But what can I do? I'm not a pussy and the thought of working with criminals didn't scare me not one bit. I was excited, to be honest. I wanted to see what it has in store for me. Before this, my life was a bore so since I'm stuck with these people, I might as well enjoy the ruckus.
It's thrilling, you know? Getting to literally be inside a mafia. I wonder if it's anything like 365 days because if so, count. me. in.
Would that make Isaiah my Massimo? Or my Nacho? Hmmm.
Damon, Winter, Isaiah and I sat at the round table in the center of the room. Winter was chowing down on her food as always and Isaiah was playing with the rings on his fingers. Damon was the only one smiling and speaking to people who would walk up to the table to congratulate us.
"Thank you all for joining us to celebrate the love of our Don and his future Donna. Please give a round of applause for Zariah and Damon." Kenvy says into the mic in front of the room. Fake ass bitch.
My brain just blacked out after hearing these words, muting the voice of the old man out of my head. What a fraud. He played it so sweet and the whole time he was just using me to fill his fucking pockets. I glanced at Damon and wondered if he knew about all of this nonsense as well or if he's just another pawn in his daddy's games.
I don't think so, if he was, he would've told me. Right? He said he wanted to be friends and friends don't keep secrets from each other.
A fake smile was plastered on my gloss-painted lips, a smile I rehearsed so many times in my room before I left. I made it to mask my bored face perfectly in a way no one could ever tell it was fake when I was truly dying and screaming for release on the inside.
