Demionos Mortales De la Mafia- Part 1

Part 1: Sexually Frustrated

Valentina's P.O.V

I wake up with my blonde hair sweating around my head. I'm such a morning person and an extremely sarcastic bitch, but I also wake up because of a knock at the door; I glance at the digital clock by my bed. It's 8.30 am. I huff out of annoyance and fix myself quickly. I then shouted for the person on the other side of the door to enter the room. The glossy white door opens to a young girl around her 20s with a maids outfit on an extremely brightly coloured out of the ordinary hair. She is carrying a tray of tea and some toast.

I smile sweetly at the young girl, and she smiles back. "Good morning, ma'am, the boss wanted you two to have tea and toast before breakfast at 10", she says; Her voice was a bit squeaky like a mouse; she seemed shy.

"Thank you, and does boss always get up this early or has he heard of something called a lie-in?" I say, still slightly annoyed that it's this early. What can I say? I'm a sarcastic bitch. She looks at me with fear.

"No ma'am, the boss likes to work on the weekdays and on weekends is his lie in's, oh shit, I shouldn't have told you that" she turns to leave, all flustered at the sudden information she gave out. I almost feel sorry for the girl. "Look, I'm sorry I can be sarcastic sometimes. What's your name?" I look at her with a small friendly smile. It would be good to gain some friends in this house. "I'm Martina, Martina Russo, but please call me Marty" my smile grew wider.

"I'm Valentina, but call me Val," I say, and she nods, flashing a small smile and occasionally looking to the ground. "Oh, and that sleepy head over there on that bed is Valencia, just call her Cenia," I say, pointing to the other luxurious bed just across from me, with that sleeping beauty wakes up from her slumber in more of a state than me, and she's the morning person.

"Morning, ma'am, do you want any tea?" Poor Martina says sweetly to my tired sister. She grunts back as a reply. I chuckle. "I think that's a yes?" Martina laughs and places the tea beside Cenia's bed and mine, leaving the toast on the dressing table. She then turns to leave, waving goodbye.

"Who the fuck gets up at this time?" I wondered. I like my sleep. "You can say that twice," my sister says, and I laugh as my sister sits up and removes her hair from her face; how attractive.

We sat there drinking our tea and ate the toast. Martina also left clothes, which was just me and Valencia's size. We put them on and waited to be called for breakfast. I had a pink of the shoulder jumper, with ripped blue jeans and white heels. I wore my hair in a high ponytail. While Cenia wore an orange jumper with ripped black jeans and her classic doc marten boots. She had her hair down over her shoulders; She doesn't like her hair up very much. She's a very private person. A knock once again came to our door, and Cenia answered for them to go in. Leo came in, and I looked at him mischievously. "Boss wants you two down for breakfast," he says sheepishly. I threw my hands in the air.

"Finally, it's past 10," I say as Cenia and I walk past an embarrassed Leo, and I tap him on the shoulder as I lightly giggle. I guess he didn't expect my little display last night. We walk down the staircase into a dining hall. As I enter, I look up to see Dante at the top of the table, high like a king. He was mesmerising. He was wearing a blue suit that compliments his figure perfectly. He looked at me, and the gaze stopped as I realised I was staring, and I looked down; he did the same. Also sitting at the table was everyone we met yesterday and a few new faces. I sat next to Camilla, Dante's sister, and Dante. Cenia took a seat next to Alessandro and a little girl. Too little to be in the mafia world, the girl had jet black hair and green eyes, she seems familiar to me, but I can't pinpoint it? I took my seat, and Dante didn't look at me as he texted on his phone.

We all engage in conversation as our food is sat in front of us by the maids. But I can't help but gaze at Dante every so often, and I can see that he is doing the same in the corner of my eye. What is this weird connection between us? I'm scared and intrigued, but I don't want it to be fast. I want to take whatever this is slowly. I continue to eat and watch as Dante rises from his chair, nods to Enzo and they both exit the room. I look at Cenia, and she's as confused as I am. Did I do something?