Two Broken Hearts

Chapter seven

Sixth rule of a mafia:
Kill or be killed

As I watch the girl coming closer I inspect her... She looks like one of the 'putas' the boys mentioned.

"I asked you something bitch!" She screamed and got in my face. I quickly slapped her across the cheek. Not hard but enough to hurt.

She gawked at me.
"No one calls me a bitch, honey. Only bitch here is you, look what you're wearing. Filthy whore!" I grabbed her by her blonde hair and made her kneel. "That's your place, remember it." I whispered to her, she started crying.

Weak. I rolled my eyes at her. Then someone slammed the door and I let go of her hair to see who is it. And I saw Matteo looking at me with rage.

"Why is she crying?" I shrugged my shoulders at his question and sat at the couch: "Because she is weak."

He looked up at me glaring: "What did you do?"

I smiled my evil smile and fluttered my eyelashes: "Nothing."

"Don't you give me that innocent look." He said but quickly looked away from me and said something under his breath. The girl on the floor basically threw herself at him and hugged him.

"Oh Matteo, thank God you're here! She... Oh who knows what she would've done if you didn't come."

I rolled my eyes: "Easy to guess, I would show you how bitchy I can be. We can even continue if you want, it just got to the fun part." I flashed her my grin and she shook her head a few times. 

She was scared, that's good! She should be!

Matteo sighed: "Maria let her be. Amber why are you up here, on this floor, you place is in the basement, down at the club?!"

Amber looked up at him in confusion: "How is this my fault, I was thirsty and got up and saw this... This..."

Matteo glared at her: "I dare you to finish that sentence."

Amber gulped and stopped talking. "How come she can call me a bitch and a whore and I can't call her those things?"

I rolled my eyes and pushed her into the sofa, then I sat beside her and looked her in the eyes. "Because honey you aren't me. And you don't fuck with me either. I probably killed more people thank you fucked. Which should be impressive." And then I stopped and pretended I was thinking about something.

"Ah wait... I don't think I killed more people thank you fucked, you look a little... Worn out if I could say so. But I surely did come close to that number. Don't be one more on the list for me. I wouldn't care if you dropped dead right this second." I whispered the last part to her. And her eyes were now big and she looked like she might cry.

Then I stepped away from her and padded her hair: "But if I do that, Mr. Boss won't have anyone to fuck." I looked up at the amused and slight angry Matteo.

"You should be a prisoner here not a guest." He said to me in a serious tone.

I chuckled: "It's fun here. If you treat all your prisoners like this, they will be just fine."

He chuckled: "Do you want to be treated like all the other prisoners. Because I don't have any."

I furrowed my eyebrows: "How's that possible? Don't tell me you're that good. The big bad Boss not so bad after all."

Matteo came closer to me: "The big bad Boss doesn't believe in second chances, if I think you crossed me somehow, I'm not wrong. And I am going to kill you for that."

I slightly gulped and he noticed my little slip of fear.

"You know... It's good you're scared but again did nobody teach you that in a mafia you can't show any weakness including fear?"

I stood tall no matter his words and answered: "Matteo darling I wasn't made into a mafia member, I was born one. After all, I am a legacy." I winked at him and turned around to my room. I could feel his burning gaze on my back... And on my ass.

Jerk!