arcane

t w e l v e

You don't understand,
how much you really mean to me,
I need you in my life,
you're my necessity,
But believe me you're everything
that makes my world
Complete.

Silk and velvet gowns were my favourite. It was currently 6 in the evening, and Willow was me, helping me to get ready for my date with Mr Donatti.

I had picked out my gown, it was a velvet blue gown, by Jovani. There was a V cut between my breast, and a split at the bottom, showing off my legs. It was simple, with gold embellishements around the waist and neck. I paired it with gold heels and blue and gold eye makeup, and a gold clutch.

"Hurry up! He'll be here in no time! I need to do your hair, you idiot." She shrieked, sitting me down on the chair.

"Straight or curly?" She asked.

"Is crimped an option?" I asked, monotonously.

"HELL NO. Are you mad?" She asked incredulously as I chuckled.

"Straight then." I said. My hair was curly anyway, so why not. She got to work, burning me a couple of times. After half an hour of severe yanking, pulling, swearing and even tears, I was finally done.

I looked in the mirror, staring at my arms. They were covered, but the tattoos on my hands and legs were out.

I smiled at myself when I glanced at the clock.

"FUCKING HELL!" It was 6:55 and I was panicking. Why was I panicking? I was Don Dom, I knew what I was doing...right?

I took deep breaths in and out to normalise my breathing, rubbing my sweaty palms on my dress. I spritzed on some perfume and make my way down the stairs, just as the doorbell rang.

"He's here!" Willow said with excitement. I smiled softly.

"Hey Willow, is Domenica read-" I stepped out from the stairs and his jaw dropped.

Literally.

"Damn." I heard him whispered.

"You look so...beautiful. So gorgeous." I blushed hard at this, I had ever really only gotten 'sexy' and 'hot' or 'bangable.'

"Thank you. You cleaned up pretty well to." I mumbled, looking at his suit. His suit hugged his muscles tightly, a few buttons open near his chest. His black hair was messy, but styled. He had a gold watch on and his phone was in his hands.

"Shall we?" He said, holding out an arm. I forgot my knife and gun! Shit.

"Wait, I need to get something quickly." I walked back upstairs quickly, grabbing my gun and putting it in the strap around my thigh, my dress covering it. I put my knife in my bra and straightened myself out.

I walked back down, Willow smiling at me.

"Take care, be safe, and don't do anything that isn't safe. And for God's sake, come back unharmed." She said seriously. "Suck his dick bitch love you." She shrieked, shoving me outside, slamming the door behind me.

I glared at the door, facing back towards an amused Dane.

"Suck my dick? I wouldn't mind that." He smirked.

"Whatever." I grumbled, taking a seat in his black Rolls Royce.

"So it wasn't a no?" He said, gleefully.

I smiled seductively, and held up a finger, motioning for him to come closer.

He did, and I took hold of his jaw and brang his ears to my lips.

I kissed it softly.

"I will bite your little dick off you cunt." I growled, pushing him back away from me, huffing looking out the window.

He let on a full blown laugh escape his mouth, making me twitch my my mouth into a smile.

"You really are something Domenica." He said lowly, looking out the window.

"Maybe I am." I mumbled, leaning back into the seat.

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We soon reached the restaurant, and to say it was for rich people was the least. It was crowded by men in suits and women in beautiful ballgowns. The car stopped and Dane got out quickly and jogged round to my side. He opened the door for me and held out a hand.

"Mia signora." (My lady). He said, staring at me. I took his hand, and he helped me out of the car.

"Well chivalry isn't as dead as I thought it was Mr Donatti." I mused.

"Only for you, Miss Romero. Soon to be Miss.." He said, saying the last part quietly. I didn't catch it fully. I shrugged it off and let on a smiled.

We walked into the restaurant, light classical music playing. The interior was gold and white, massive beautiful chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. It was called ' Il Palazzo Delgi Angeli' -'The Angels Palace', and the name definitely suits. It was - not so surprisingly, - an Italian restaurant.

"Wow." I gaped, looking at the paintings that were on the side.

My favourite one was by Claud Monét, The Artist's Garden at Giverny. It had the most delicate, softest details, and had my favourite colours in it. He painted it in the 1900's, an oil painting in Paris.

A hand against my lower back pulled me out of my thoughts, just as I was about to turn around and punch who ever touched me's face.

"It's only me bambina." (Baby). Dane muttered, pulling my into the inside room.

"Sorry, caught me off guard." I mumbled as he smiled. He pulled me into a booth, I sat across him and he sat across me.

"What do you want?" He asked me. Luckily the menus were in English and Italian so it was easier for me.

"Can I get the alfredo fettuccine please, and rosé." I said sweetly, smiling.

"Sure." He said calling over a waitress. The waitress literally ignored me.

"Can I have the canelloni with chicken, and for my girlfriend, alfedo fettuccine." He said, not looking at her. She glared at me when he said girlfriend, and I glared at his head for saying that.

"Also, a bottle of the best rosé you have." He finished, closing the menu.

"Is that all sir?" She said, smiling a little too friendly for my liking.

For your liking? The voice in my head said. I shook it off and smiled at her.

"That would be all," I looked at her name tag, "Ella. That's all." I said sharply as she nodded slightly and left.

"It's pretty sexy seeing you all possessive and jealous." He smirked at me, leaning forwards.

"I-" My sentence was cut off by him. "I'm only here for you. I'm all yours, as you are mine." He said, softly, sitting normally.

"Why'd you call me your girlfriend?" I asked, sipping on water. "You don't even know me."I stated, putting my glass down.

"I know more than you think Domenica." He said, smiling crookedly.