Vixen Consoli let herself take off 4 years from the family business so she could experience life outside the mob. Knowing when she comes back home, she will be in charge while her brother River handles affairs in Italy. She set rules up for herself...
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~Vixen~
As I stare at myself in the mirror, I settled on wearing a white short tight dress with light grey suede mid-thigh length boots and a light grey motto leather jacket.
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My auburn brown hair is waved, and lands just passed my shoulders--making my vibrant blue eyes stick out more. I usually like to rock some red lipstick but tonight calls for a nude pout look.
Giving myself a smile, I nod at myself in agreement—I look hot. and walked out of my room.
Elliot was sprawled out on the couch in the living room, watching some late-night show.
"Els you sure you don't want to tag along? Mia's brothers are in town and are coming with us, so you won't be the only guy there."
He narrows his eyes at me and raised a brow.
"You want me to come along and have Mia grind up all on me in front of her brothers? No thank you, I'd rather eat razors."
"Hmm, yeah, maybe not such a good idea." Laughing as I make my way towards the door.
"Don't wait up. Love you, Ciao!" I yell as I shut the door.
I hear some mumbling as I leave, assuming he said I love you back. Or he better have otherwise I'll have to teach him some manners.
Elliot is only a year older than River but has been in our gang since he was 13 after his parents died.
We all grew up together, trained and handled missions as a team. He was there for us when my brother took over. We were like the 3 orphan musketeers—only meaner and deadlier.
I took an Uber to the club--No point in driving if I planned on getting drunk tonight. I would say I want to go home with someone but I am not the kind of girl.
I dated my ex Kyle for 6 months before I let him sleep with me. I can count on my hand how many guys I've had sex with and still have 2 more left to count.
Trust me, I've hooked up—I'm no prude. I liked to fool around from time to time but sex was selective. I'm picky as hell who gets to be in me.
As I walk up to the door the bouncers face lights up and nods his head at me to go in with a grin.
