Highschool Clichés

~Chapter 9~

I stood there frozen, staring wide eyed at the man who I've been trying to figure out all day. The scar across his face looks even more intimidating in the light than it did in the dimly lit club.

Dimitri's stance portrays the look of someone at ease, although it also makes him look dangerously sophisticated with his hands stuffed into the pocket of his pants.

What the fuck is going on? Why is he here and how the hell does my mom even know him?

Do you really want to know that?

I internally cringed when I thought about how I'd be seeing him more often now that he might be my mother's new boyfriend. The very thought sickens me.

"Raven!" My mother snaps at me, her jade like eyes turning to slits, "Where's your manners?"

"Hello," I mutter with a slight eye roll. I take a quick glance at my mother, and I could practically see the steam coming out of her ears, but I couldn't find it in me to care. I didn't feel as threatened by her with Dimitri here. He was way more intimidating than he let on which made him more of threat than my mother could ever be.

She glares at me, her lips pulling back into a sneer, "You insolent little–"

"It's alright Mrs. Abner," he chuckles cutting her off, like my blatant display of disrespect to him was amusing. "I quite like Raven's fiery attitude." He gives me a somewhat charming smile, but it looked forced, like it wasn't something he normally did.

"I do apologize for my daughter's behavior Mr. Luciano." he dismisses her apology with a wave of his hand, "Like I said, it's fine." She smiles relived and gestures for him to sit, to which he does gracefully. "Is there anything I could get you, Mr. Luciano?" The suggestive tone in her voice made me sick and from the look on Dimitri's face, he thought so too. I bit my lip to stop the laugh that wanted to escape.

"Actually Mrs. Abner, I would like to speak to your daughter." Her eyes cut to me and I steeled myself for the onslaught that was about to come, but was pleasantly surprised when she smiled, "Of coarse. I'll leave you two alone." She walks out of the living room, but I didn't miss the scowl she sent my way.

"Please have a seat, Raven."

I gingerly sit on the love seat across him and waited. The man was intimidating to say the least, looking every bit of the regal business tycoon that he was. To say I was scared shitless of what this powerful, possibly mafia leader, possibly strapped with a gun, business man wanted form me was the understatement of the century. And the fact that he was just sitting there scrutinizing me with those dark eyes of his was the most uncomfortable thing I've ever countered.

But, if I wanted my answers I'd have to ask him, which seems like the best option since he looks like he wasn't going to make a move to say what he wanted with all the staring.

"What do you want from me, Mr. Luciano?" He leans forward, his scar looking all the more dangerous in the light. It was very distracting. "Its not what I want from you, its what is needed with you." My brows furrow in confusion. What in the hell can a billionaire possibly need with me?

"I--I don't understand..."

He tilts his head like he was trying to figure out the answer himself, which made him look a lot less like he was here to close a business deal. "Its not for you to understand, amore. Well, at least not yet."

I narrow my eyes at him, "Well, I don't want to be apart of whatever is going here. I don't know what Naomi told you to make you think I'm the girl for the job, but I'm not going to be apart of a drug ring." There, I said it.