Selena just recently moved to America when she meets Jack and Ryan, two mysterious but attractive boys, in her new school. The both of them are not as innocent as it might seem....
THIS IS A YANDERE STORY
Why did I tell Jack? I had sworn to Alex that I wouldn't tell anyone. But she was dead, and I was stuck here, so I hoped she wouldn't be angry at me.
Jack had given me his headphones and sat opposite of me while giving me a questioning look. He could be an ally if I wanted to flee. But the moment to even think about that hadn't arrived yet and until then I would (most likely) obey. "Everything okay?" Jack asked after some time that we spent silent. I nodded and took out my headphones. Because of my old habits I wrapped the cable around the Mp3-Player and made a little bow at the end. I gave the packet to Jack, who smiled at me and put it into his pocket. He was about to say something when it knocked on the door again.
A maid entered. "My Lord, the guests have arrived and your father is awaiting you downstairs." she said and Jack jumped up. "I haven't changed clothes yet! We are going to each other in an hour, then I'm going to back." Jack promised and gave me a kiss on the forehead, then he left. The maid didn't seem as if she was going to leave soon. "Is there something else?" I asked and pulled my hair to the back. "You are awaited too." she said and put something on the bed. "Aha..." I managed to say and stood up. "The lady of the house thinks it is better that you would also change, as the today's outfit was not adequate for today's guests." the girl answered and bowed quickly.
When she left I looked at what she brought me. There laid a dream made of bordeaux fabric. A long evening dress with skinny sleeves and... an open back. >Fuck you Ryan!< I thought and began to change. Not going to lie, the dress itself was pretty, even though I didn't feel good in it, because wherever Jack was, Ryan-that old pervert- wasn't far away. I quickly pinned my hair up somehow and hoped that the hair-do would stay like this for the evening.
Lastly I put on fitting shoes and went downstairs. I knew I shoudl have turned around the second I entered the entrance hall.
Selena's POV
There stood half a dozen for me theoretically unknown man, the Johnsons not counted. Even Mrs. Johnson was there, wearing a similar dress that I was wearing. When i had entered the room, everyone turned to me and I recognized some faces.
"Nica! How tall you have become!" I fat man with a cigar said. He grinned at me, opening his arm. "Oh, non chiamarmi così, bastardo!" (Don't call me that, bastard!) I barked at him, crossing my arms.
Ryan had turned to Jack, who was whispering into his ear. "Per favore, principessa!" (Come on Princess) he pleaded, but I was about to slap him across the face. "Neanche così, stronzo!" (Neither that, asshole!) I went on, just to turn around and go over to Ryan and Jack.
"Aha. A formal presentation won't be needed, I see." Mr. Johnson mumbled and look at me strangely. Ryan moved his hand, mouthing 'later'. The men went first to enter the dining hall, of course gesticulating wildly, I mean, we were talking about Italians! I immediately recognized the old order of ranks:
The overweight man, Luigi, sat directly next to Mr. Johnson, who was sitting at the head of the table. To his right sat Ryan because he was the main heir to the family imperium and then came Jack. On the left side of the table, next to Luigi, sat the different mobsters in order of their rank, talking in a dialect that gave even me troubles.
I waited a moment until Mrs. Johnson had sat down too, and I noticed that only the seat on the opposite of Mr. Johnson was still free. "Sit down, Selena." the only other woman in the table ordered me gently.
When I wanted to pull back my chair, one of the Italians jumped up to do the job for me. "A gentleman always helps a lady." he said, with this typical cocky smirk. While the servants brought the starters, Luigi ( the mob boss) and Mr. Johnson started a conversation over the newest ways to make money, and Ryan and Jack were listening with one ear.
"How is Aurora?" the man to my right asked. "ALEX is dead, Leonardo. That that you ever cared." I answered and turned back to my spaghetti (cliche, isn't it?). "Oh dio, Nica, mi dispiace tanto." (Oh my god Nica, I'm so sorry) he said and tried to brush through my hair before I swatted him away, not that his act would change anything. I looked at my pasta.
Mrs. Johnson hissed suddenly, almost not noticeable, and gestured to her husband. I bowed over to her and she whispered her word into my ear: "What are they talking about?" Both men had begun to talk in Italian. So I listened to their conversation for a moment before I turned to Maria. "It's all about money and gang wars in Sicily. Oh, and um..." I had to stop for a moment and turned my head to them
„Luigi! Ancora una parola, e mi alzo per ammazzarti!" (Luigi! Anotehr word and I'm standing up to kill you!), I yelled at him over the table.
The mobsters turned around to me, a bit shocked. Only Leonardo kept on eating, he knew how I was. "Dai, Nica! It wasn't that terrible, or not?" Luigi yelled back and he pressed his fingers together. "Yeah, yeah, Fourteen nights in a dark, cold basement, together with a dozen other girls that were pulled back and forth, as if they were toys!" I shouted and tried to get a grip on myself. You see, during my talk I had slammed my hands against the table and had stood up. Leonardo had caught my chair, if he hadn't it would have dropped to the ground.
„Sel." Ryan said waved me over to him, to the other end of the table. So I had to stand up again and go over to them, if I really wanted or not. Jack didn't seem really interested, as he knew the whole story already. "Vieni." (Come.) Luigi said and gestured to himself, but out of protest- or maybe because Ryan had already grabbed my waist- I sat on the latter's lap.
"Allora, Lucius, on whom should I write it down?" the mobster asked and gave the man a pen, so he could sign a check. "On the Johnson Ltd." he answered coldly, whereupon Luigi let out a laugh and folded his hands. "No name in particular?" he went on while he rose an eyebrow, looking at Ryan and then at Jack. Only now I understood what they were talking about.
"I feel like a playtoy!" I said and crossed my arm. "You ARE my playtoy, Selena." Ryan admitted and pulled me closer, making me unable to move. "Allora scrivi: Un presente per l'erede principale della famiglia Johnson." (In that case write: A present for the main heir of the Johnson Family) Luigi dictated to his secretary, Flavio,to write on a different check, whereupon Jack hastily held up his head. "Law of the oldest!" Ryan explained with a smirk on his lips. "I hope, with that the dept of the family Blackmoon- I mean Lombardi- is settled." Mr. Johnson said and signed the other check.
"Now you officially belong to us." Ryan whispered, and there my want to slap him across the face came up again. "Sè tu pensi..." (If you think so...) I told him, knowing that Ryan didn't understand me. >Stronzo<(Asshole) I thought and sent a prayer to the heavens, praying that I could at least survive this day.
A/N: I hope my Italian is right, please correct me if I'm wrong somewhere!
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What languages can you speak?
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