Mafia Princess

Chapter Three

New Story...I'm attempting a drabble. Rather, my version of drabble...a 1000 words or less per chapter. (Dear God, I'm afraid.) But excited, too. It'll force me to be more forward with my plotlines and yeah. Anyhow, none of this mine. I'm not, nor ever will be, Stephenie Meyer. I just like to play with her characters.

Chapter Three

Now, I understand my daddy's concern over my well-being. I really do. However, do you think that he'd raise a slacker? I am a fucking sharp shooter. I've been taken karate since before I could walk and I'm a black belt. I know at least a hundred different ways to kill a guy.

But will my dad let me out to go clubbing with Angie? Get drunk with my girlfriends? Find some hottie and fuck him?

Hell, no.

I swear, my cooter has cobwebs in it from the lack of use.

My vibrator is getting too much of a workout.

It's been like, two months, since I've last had some good cock. Unfortunately, that was Riley. The ex. Well, kind of ex. Our arrangement was more like a friends-with-benefits situation. If either one of us was horny, we'd fuck. We'd fuck a lot. Let me tell you, Riley was fucking amazing in bed. His tongue...FUCK! But, I had one rule. Do not look at Renata Volturi, the slutbag from hell. Obviously, Riley had a difficult time following that rule. When I found him sucking face with Renata, I told Jacob, my bodyguard and as I explained to Angie, had both of his thumbs broken.

Angie and I came back from our very successful shopping trip. I was putting my clothes away in massive walk-in closet. Angie was sitting on my bed, flipping through a magazine. "I wish you could come out with me, Bella! We're going to this new club called Verdant. There's a ton of cute guys there."

"My dad would flip his shit if I tried to go out, Angie. Aro has sent so many 'warning' letters and such to our home that Daddy's really scared," I frowned. "Besides, I have some stupid fucking paper in British Literature I need to write."

"Fuck you, Bella," Angie snorted. "Since when do you do your own fucking homework? Get Seth to write it for you. He's assigned to you during that class."

"Seth is dumber than a box of rocks, Angie. My Jimmy Choos have more intelligence than Seth Clearwater," I deadpanned.

"You know you want to come, Bella. You want to go out and wear that amazing dress you just bought. You want some hottie to take you home and rip that dress from your body and fuck you six ways from Sunday," Angie purred.

"Fuck, Angie!" I spat. "You're making it very, very hard to say no."

"Do you want to fuck yourself with King Dong again? Or do you want the real thing?" Angie asked, arching a brow at me. "Feeling someone move inside of you, filling you with their cock. Hmmmm, making me want some."

"ENOUGH! Jesus! You totally played the horny card, Angie," I laughed, shooting her a glare.

"Are you coming?" she asked, waggling her brows.

"Yes, bitch. In more ways than two," I said. "Now, help me with my hair."

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