A British mafia donna meets the 3 biggest dons in the world, other than her of course but she's a women and even though she has the biggest empire by far she had to work a lot harder than they ever did to get to where she is, simply because of her g...
I woke up this morning with a raging hang over. I had a bit to drink last night, Jamesons of course its my favorite but i'm used to it by now so maybe ive just got a migraine because i do suffer from those but i haven't had one in ages and plus im on medication so i don't get them as often so its just strange honestly.
Then my phone started ringing.
'Good morning Gracie'
'What alfred'
'Im guessing someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed'
'im actually gonna slit your throat if you dont shut up and i will put your head on a stick and feed it to my dogs'
'sorry donna'
'now what did you call me for'
'oh yeah, you have a meeting with the Spanish, German and Italian Dons in like 2 hours'
'ugh why'
'i dont know boss they just emailed me this morning asking for a meeting'
'alright ill be at the warehouse in like an hour, dont fuck anything up while im not there'
'i wont donna'
'alright bye'
'love youuu'
'actually piss off'
'you love me too you just wont admit it'
'no and i never have, never will'
'what about when we got married with a Haribo behind the shed'
'we were six and hiding from my dad mate, now piss off ive got a headache'
'alright when you get here ill get you some meds sorted out for that headache'
'alright cheers'
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Ive known Alfed since I can remember really and he's honestly one of the true friends I have because in this business theres no space for weaknesses. Well when i became Donna when i murdered my father, I made alfred my right-hand, and it was a good decision but fucking hell does that man know how to bloody wind me up. However he does alot for my mafia, hes like my PA but alot less innocent, well of course hes not like hes obviously killed, as I would kill for him but hes my best man in my mafia so i keep him around and also hes one of the only people who can keep up with me when drinking, neither of us are lightweights at all. Like the one time we snuck into my dads office and stole his bottle of brandy and drank the whole thing, only had a little headache the next day, and that was at the age of 12 imagine what were like now.
Hes crazy like me though so thats why were so similar and hes good at what he does and has earned every little bit of what he has now. That man has killed, lied , kidnapped you name it for me and hes just loyal honestly, but i think im his therapist im not gonna lie because he has no shame in what he tells me sometimes like its honestly scary.
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I decided to finally get out of my warm, cozy bed. I didnt want to but i had to like bitch i have responsibilities. Like i didnt kill my father for no reason so i have to go and get my lazy arse up and go meet with so forein bitches who probably want an alliance but i couldnt give a fuck because im untouchable anyway and plus why should i waste my precious time protecting them fuckers when my mafia is more important than their try hards. Like babycakes im better and your just not like go away i dont like you and i dont like no one so theres no point in trying. You hear things such as these boys are almost as big as me put together but thats what i mean PUT TOGETHER, your nothing by yourself so go away i do not care about you.
i got dressed into a black leather skirt with a slit up the side with a black bodysuit and a jacket over the top and oh cant forget my signature black Valentino heals, i have about 30 pairs but these are my ones for meetings and black outfits.
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I then walked downstairs and had my coffee. Coffee is food, theres caramel in it caramel is food so yes its my breakfast. I would sometimes sit at the sofa and drink my coffee but i need to prepare myself mentally for this meeting so im gonna go for a drive before i head to the warehouse. If you couldnt already tell i hate having meeting because most of the time there just arrogant men who think their better just because of their gender like well done for having a cock. Keep it in your trousers mate, i know im unresistable but just keep your knickers on, you can have a nice wank you get home alright darling great now fuck off and get out my office before i slit your fucking throat and feed it to my Dobermans.
I walked into my garage and looked at all of my beautifull cars like i could take one of my bikes but im wearing a skirt and dont really feel like flashing anyone if im completely honest. So i just picked out my porsche Carrera Gt. Its one of my favorites and just an absolute classic. When your at work you dont wanna be too flashy but also wanna show you have money so its just perfect. And plus im guessing these guys are gonna come in nice cars so we gotta show em whos better, me of course any one could tell you that honey.
I got i my car and started to drive like foot down fully, going about 200mph kinda fast. It would take me seconds to get to the warehouse but since i have a bit to wait im going to have a drive.
After about 20 minutes i pulled into my parking space and braced myself. 'lets see how this will go then.'
