The Don's Sweetener [18+]

06

Daily dose of mental health:

I was born naked just like you. We should be friends.

Audrey woke me up sometime around morning and said something of which, half I forgot.

What I remember was that she kept some cloths for me, in the dresser and they were leaving. I didn't stay awake long enough to hear where she or they were going. I was knocked out before she left the room and now after I think hours later a maid in cheesy french-maid costume woke me up and have me breakfast of sweet bread slices and lime marmalade, with tea. She also handed me a parchment with bullet point that pointed out the does and the don'ts in this house with a scowl.

I rolled me eye at the reaction she gave me like I was a head lice on her fucking fake blonde hair with that weird little lace hat she had pinned.

Bimbo.

I took a long overdue shower and changed into a large shirt and a pair of white leggings. Sitting down on the bed I unfolded the paper and read the don'ts and the does.

Horrible really. Giving me a sheet containing rules like I am a fucking highschool student about what I am ought to and not to do. Bitches.

Whatever.

I threw the paper into the bin after crumbling it and walked out of the room since I was apparently allowed to do that after I slid my feet into the bright orange flip-flops that Audrey had left for me.

She's a nice girl, honestly.

I was also allowed to go to the yard that surrounded the front and back portion of the house and the sun room and the rooftop pool, until I kept my nose out of other people's business.

Which I had zero interest in.

But first things were first. I was to look for a gun or a pocket knife, something that would help me escape. A cell phone that will help me get in touch with the team. An escape plan.

And for that I had to know every bits and bytes of this horrid place. I snort as I climbed down the stairs that look dead compared to last night's when they were nicely pinned with fake flowers and silken cloths but now we're just black frame with minor artwork.

The hall room that was so alive last night looked dim and gloomy with the shutters drawn upon the windows, eliminating the entrance of any kind of light.

Without looking further I walked out through the big front doors that were already open, three guards on each side stood with machine gun, ready to blow any Intruder.

It's like they're hiding all the wealth of the world under the soil of this house.

Which they might be.

I shook the thought away from my head and stepped into the warm glow of sun, honestly after being stuffed with snow for nearly two months the sun seemed good.

And I loved the warmth that came from the sun rather then artificial room heater, they make me feel suffocated, it isn't actual heat to be honest.

The property was never ending, with a well kept cement driveway and the rest space turned into a garden with small bushes of flower and big Cycads and Conifers lining whole of the garden.

Somewhere the sound of dogs barking and yapping was evident, the middle portion of the garden had a huge sprinkler statue of a mermaid with tiny little fountains that would burst out water every now and then.

Several fruit trees littered here and there, honestly if this wasn't a mafia household, I'd rather be find of the garden. It looked like a rich man's family home rather then a mafia family home.

A dog barked yet again somewhere followed by a shriek. The maid whose shriek echoed through the garden I suppose, she was waking hurriedly, with a large pitcher of dog food.

Even the pitcher was fancy, made up of fine China and black in colour.

I shook my head. Rich people.

The dog came to my view as I walked through the garden, going a bit father then I really meant to.

It was a large dog, almost weighing 35-40 kilograms, pitch black, some kind of hound hybrid with a thick leash around his neck, chained to the peg, while the other dogs, fluffy white, grey, one husky and several other played.

Further from where I stood was a smaller ground, surrounded by thick net, littered with an impressive number of doghouses.

Wow. Talk about money.

The dog that was chained barked at me again. He was particularly large, canines, showing off from the sneer he was throwing at my direction. Mutt.

The fluffy white dogs and puppies were running about the area, yapping happily. Pausing only to take a drink every now and then.

I like the dogs here more then the people. At least the owner that is. I don't really have a problem with the former Don or the rest of the family. It's just the Hades guy.

Thinking he rules the world. Bloody imbecile.

I snorted as the maid appeared once again. Her hand clutching the black China bowl as she kept it in front of the leashed dog while he barked highly at her. The girl cowered back in fear.

I rolled my eyes at the drama.

Honestly, that's just a dog and leashed as well. The most he can do is bark.

The puppies were yapping still as the girl filled up the water pitcher from a tap nearby. She also gave the puppies food from a brown sack in a huge bowl as the little white, black and grey creatures surrounded, wagging their furry little tail.

Cute. I thought.

"What breed are they?" I asked the maid as she filled another bowl with dog food.

She shrugged. "I dunno, do I? I was told to give them food only." She says.

"Oh." I say taking a seat on the grass where the puppies were playing. "Why is that one, leashed?" I asked.

"So he doesn't go biting off people's head, bleedin' monster that one is." She says.

"Are you from England? You talk like you're English." I asked watching the way she talked. It was rich, honestly.

"Yeah. Me mum is from England." She shrugs.

"Cool." I said.

"Yer sittin' on the dirt." She said.

"Don't really care." I shrug. "Why do you wear that dress anyway?"

"Have to keep me head attached to the rest of the body, don't I?" She chuckles. "Disgusting, dressing like this, really."

"Well...why don't you...you know decline?"

"Nobody declines Hades, sissy." She chuckled.

"What is it about him, people fear so much anyway?" I snort. "He doesn't like wait. Nobody declines him blah de blah de blah. Snob is what he is, asshole." I roll my eyes.

The maid girl stiffens, beside me where she was standing. The dog yapps instead of barking and I feel a shadow looming over me.

"He's behind me isn't he?" I ask the girl.

She gives a tentative nod.

Well...fuck me with a machine gun.

[A|N]

I am just bored is what it is.

Question of the chapter:

Do you like the book so far?

-November