The Mafias Protection

4: 'The Art Of: Emotions for the Emotionless'

After meeting all the men that worked for Alec's, I was starting to form a headache, the stress of trying to remember all their names, or code names was confusing.

There must have been 50 men I've met in the space of 15 minutes, and I have already started to forget some of their names which makes me feel like a bad person, but what do you expect when I have little brain activity, and 75% of that activity is spent repeating one direction lyrics in my head.

Alec had told me earlier that there are more men to meet however, they weren't at the house, and rarely spend their time here.

"Angelina, where do you keep the paracetamol?" I ask, interrupting her bickering with Shawn, who looked angry.

"Oh, are you okay?" She questions, walking away from Shawn. I follow behind her into the kitchen and sat on a counter while she stretches for a cupboard presumably for the pills.

"Yeah I'm okay, just starting to form a headache from meeting all the people." I say and she nods her head, understanding my pain. "here." She passes over the pills, and I jump off the counter and start making a drink.

"Are you ready for the tour?"

"Sure, but I need to bring my bags in first." I tell her, swallowing the pill in one gulp.

"Don't worry about that, I'll get some of the men to bring them in." She's says, rolling her eyes at me like I was silly for thinking about bringing in my own bags.

"Are you sure?" I ask, not wanting to be a problem, my family have already caused enough being here.

"Yeah, I'm sure they will be fine doing it."

"But they're going to think I'm a bitch."

"Eleanor, you're a female in an industry dominated by males, sexist males may I add, you should be used to being called a bitch by these slim dick men because you can keep up with them." She tells me. "Besides you're not just a bitch, you're that bitch."

I laugh at her words, glad that she didn't sugar coat the reality of the situation.

I've been called a bitch from the moment I could start forming memories.

Most of them were from my father, who made it abundantly clear how much he didn't want to have a daughter, he viewed women as weak and replaceable. I guess that's why he so easily replaced mum after she died.

The reason I have the position of a 'seductor' was because of my father.

He told me from the moment I turned 13 that men only saw me for one thing, and one thing only – sex. The same day I was booked into classes that taught me how to seduce men as a 'birthday present', that's how my role first started.

That's how I learnt to read men, from their facial expressions to their body language.

"In that case, let's start the tour of this house." Her face lit up like a child that was given candy, she grabbed a hold of my wrist and drags me towards the dining room where my brothers and Clarissa was sitting with a few of the men from the house.

"Guys, are you ready for the house tour?" She chirps, her eyes show her excitement as she gives a single clap that seems to grab the attention of everyone in the room.

"Now?" Shawn whines, rolling his eyes before dropping his head into his arms that were perched up on the table.

"I'm ready." Clarissa says, and everyone agrees, all pushing out their chairs before standing next to us.

"Come on Shawn." Damon's husky voice says, making me almost weak at the knees. He lightly smacks the back of Shawn's head, and Shawn lets out a massive groan before he gets up, but not before dragging his chair on the floor making the room echo with the hideous noise.