Alora Imari has the face of an angel, but the body of a vixen. She's feared by all. Her and her elder brother, Giovanni Imari, were passed down the family business; becoming mobsters for the Italian mafia.
Many describe Alora as being heartless and...
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"Yo, Gio. What's up? I haven't seen you in like two days. Or three? I don't know. It's been shorter than a week, right?" I say as I slowly walk towards him. Zara senses the tension between us, grabs my things from my hand and excuses herself to the bathroom. "What brings you here? To my neck of the woods?" I'm so glad alcohol makes me cool, calm and collected.
"Cut the shit, Alora. You know exactly why I'm here," he sternly says.
What the fuck is going on here?
"Are you fucking drunk?" Gio asks me. I back away slowly while nodding. I have no idea what's happening, but I know I don't like it.
"I'm just gonna go," I whisper while throwing my hood over my head. I bump into a wall behind me and I wince when my glock hits a bone. "Ow," I say while rubbing my hip.
"What the fuck happened?!" Gio bellows. Fucking asshole makes my headache ten times worse.
"Okay, here's the thing. I'm, like, really drunk right now. I don't know what the fuck you're talking about, so please, refresh my memory," I sweetly say. God, I don't even recognize my drunk self.
"Isabella!" Giovanni shouts.
Oh. Oops.
"Ah, yes. That. Okay, here's the thing. It's not really my fault. I got distracted for, like, two seconds and she escaped. I am trying to track her down though. Well, not me. Other people who are good at that are trying to track her down. Don't worry, Gio. I've got this under control." I brush off. He looks at me as if I'm stupid. Can't say I blame him.
"How the fuck did you get distracted?" He strains out. I open my mouth, but he interrupts, "I swear to God, if you say 'okay, here's the thing' one more time, I will kill you."
"Alright, someone's a little snappy," I mutter under my breath. "Salvatore distracted me. This isn't a big deal, Gio. Sooner or later, that bitch will be dead at the hands of me." I say as I lean up against the wall. I smile, but he remains unimpressed.
"You are a pain in the ass, Alora. You better fix this," he says before storming off. I mutter a petty remark under my breath before turning towards my staircase.
"Z! Where's my food?!" I shout. I walk inside my room and see her crying while stuffing her face with my food.
What the fuck is happening?
"I-I can't believe t-that I told Santiago I fucking have f-feelings for h-him," she cries while stuffing her face with chocolates. He got me chocolate? "How stupid am I? I-I'm just setting m-myself up for heartbreak." She sobs and mascara runs down her cheeks. Remind me to never get drunk with a heartbroken Zara.
I pout and walk over to her. I lie down next to her and stroke her hair. "Shh, everything will be fine. If Santiago doesn't feel the same way, he's obviously a fucking idiot." I try and console her. I'll admit, I've never been one for good advice when it comes to relationships. I'm clueless.
