The mafia leader loves me

Chapter 6 Baciami

Arielle Vandenberg is Grace

I lay down on the bed and scroll through my Instagram feed.

The door opens and my head snaps to the sight of Marcello.

He says,"Um Miele, what are you doing?"

I say,"On Instagram."

He says,"How?"

He says,"I have your phone."

I groan and roll around on my bed.

I say,"I know but I just wanted to pretend I still had my precious baby."

He laughs and throws it at me.

He says,"Here, but if you call the cops, I will kill you."

I gulp and nod, quickly grabbing my phone.

I whisper to my phone,"I missed you my baby."

He laughs and shakes his head.

He leaves and I then really go on Instagram.

Night time

"Gattino, come down here."

Marcello calls for me.

I sigh and fix my sweatpants.

I walk downstairs and gulp as I see all his 'friends' eye me as I walk down the steps.

I awkwardly walk over to him and he says,"Listen my little gattino, I am going to have dinner with a rival mafia leader, and I need you to come with me."

I say,"Um. If you do not mind me asking, why do I have to attend? Why can't one of your 'friends' go?"

He says,"Because the leader highly respects women, and if you're there, he'll be easier to speak to. Got it? Now go change."

He slaps my butt which makes me gasp and jump, but earns laughing from the guys.

Except for Vincent.

Man if looks could kill, Marcello would be buried six feet under.

I walk upstairs and search 'my' closet for a cute outfit.

I smile as I see a knee high white dress with a black collar.

I pull it out and grab my black with brown thick heels.

I slip on the outfit, and sit on the bed, thinking of how to do my hair.

My door creaks open and I see a girl standing there.

All I see are her big grayish brownish doe eyes.

I say softly,"Hey, you can come in. I don't bite."

I lightly chuckle and the girl comes in, gently closing the door.

She's so pretty.

WAY prettier than you.

Yeah you think I don't know that? -_-

She has shoulder length, blonde hair with natural caramel roots, high cheekbones, naturally light pink lips, dimples, and grayish brownish doe eyes.

She could be a model.

She says in a raspy voice that sounds really cool,"Hi. I'm Grace."

She mumbles quietly.

I smile and pat the space next to me.

She awkwardly sits down and fiddles with her thumbs.

I say,"Im Anne Marie."