Something Unexpected(ON Hold)

Chapter Seven

Author's Note: 

 Aerial dancing is not suddenly a skill you can gain in five hours, but this is a book, so we're just going to dream here. Don't freak out on me and tell me its impossible, because I know fully well that it is highly impossible. It is not an easy skill, and you can seriously get hurt doing it, so don't try it at home :)

Enjoy this new chapter!

Love, Gabe(:

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The morning found me groggy eyed and heavy footed as I walked around in my oversized sleeping clothes, attempting to find Sarah. My hair stuck up in every way possible, and my eyes half lidded, I probably looked like death, but I was on a mission. A mission I found to be incredibly difficult, before I realized she was probably upstairs with one of her regular men.

Groaning, I tried to find the second best thing to Sarah; Janice.

Janice was easy to find, and immediately helped me when I told her I needed to contact the mountain right away. She gave me a funny look at Michael's new nickname, but didn't question me. She led me to a phone, and punch in a series of numbers. Someone answered, and she told that person that a man named Michael was needed.

I waited patiently, but when the phone was handed to me, I snatched it with a quick, "Thank you!"

"Hello?" Michael's voice sounded thick, and I wondered if I had woken him up or caught him at a bad time.

"Mountain!" I all but shouted, and imagined him flinching back.

"Gatto selvatico," he grumbled, sounding surprised, "you're alive down there."

(wild cat)

I laughed, and then fake pouted, "Exiling me down here and not coming to see me once, shame on you!"

He laughed at my joke, and a groan followed it. Confused, I asked if he was okay. "I'm fine, and I'll be there tonight. What is it you needed me for, gatto selvatico? I'm busy."

"OH! Right! I have a proposal for my freedom."

He groaned again, "No proposals, gattina, it is not up to me."

I huffed, "But this is super important, mountain!"

"Not proposals, I shall see you tonight, gatto selvatico." With that being his goodbye, the line went dead.

Huffing, I rolled my eyes and slammed the phone down. Maybe I would get a hold of him tonight. If not, the Don would be dead before tomorrow.

Turning to Janice, I thanked her again for helping me, and walked slowly back down to my room. The walk was long, and it seemed like men in suits were roaming more than usual. Reaching my room, I began to get ready for the day.

I hummed a small tune, and turned to my closet.

My jaw dropped open. "What the fuck?"

It had been completely raided, and all my shirts were gone. Pouting, I pushed aside the random dresses and other articles of clothing, looking for maybe a forgotten shirt.

There was none. Looking down at the one I had on, I pouted some more before I pulled it off and stashed it behind my dresser, hiding it. Sighing again, I pulled on a crimson corset, and a pair of matching garter belt, panties, and stockings. I left my feet shoe-less, and walked out of my room.