I was kinda disappointed that I allowed to do anymore operations unless they were important but I guess I didn't have to work so hard and let Mattia do the dirty work.Fantasma: All of the women elites in this gang are not part of the family so it's crucial that you prove yourself just like Daniella did, that you're up for the job
Miedo: And it's starts with your clothing. No sweatpants, no hoodies, no casual clothes except for when you're doing operations
You: Are you being serious?
I didn't know what kind of rule this was but I knew I wouldn't enjoy it. I guess it was the fact that most of my 'casual' clothes were not feminine enough but I mean, who gives a fuck? Miedo apparently...
Fantasma: That was Daniella's first reaction. She hated dresses but no look at her; won't wear anything but dresses
It's not like I hated dresses or anything it was just that I rarely got to wear them in London because of the environment so I never got used to them. I really had nothing to complain about though, I'm not insecure about anything, I'm just stubborn and not used to change. I look at Mattia who was sitting at the table, leaning his head on his hand which covered his mouth; I smiled at him and he gave a proud smile back.
You: Fine, anything else?
Miedo: You'll be organising each and every single party that happens at this house, Daniella will help you though
It was weird to think that I went from being included in every operation they did, to hardly being involved and organising parties; a downgrade if you ask me. I guessed it was just because I feel like I hadn't had enough things to do to prove myself that I was elite worthy but clearly I was.
You: Organising parties, really?
Miedo: Last time we had a novice organise a party, there was a shoot off; so unless you wanna cause a shoot off I suggest you obey the orders.
Mattia: She gets it, don't be so fucking pressed.
They continue to talk about their 'business' and how they were going ship all of their drugs out to different towns and states; as usual, I wasn't bothered and lowkey just wanted to go back to my room. I went back on my phone to distract myself mostly because I wasn't interested in their conversation at all and I was extremely exhausted. Mattia stood up indicating that the conversation had ended; I said my goodbyes and left the room, putting in my AirPods to listen to some music. Walking down the stairs, I passed the group of boys we were talking to previously and headed out the door, walking towards the car to go back 'home'. The car journey was quiet, on the road and between us; we didn't talk but that was mostly because I was listening to music through my AirPods, and not because we didn't want to talk to each other.
Mattia: You good? You seem a lil off
You: Today's just been stressful, to the point where I wasn't even excited to moved up to an elite
Mattia: You should be excited, I mean; you're the fastest woman to move from novice to intermediate to elite. Ever.
You: Yeah, I don't feel a difference; I'm actually disappointed that I'm an elite
Mattia: Why? You've proven yourself to Miedo that you're built for this lifestyle
You: I feel like I haven't proven myself enough
Mattia: Don't be so bummed about it
I nod my head and continue to listen to my music until we pulled up to the school. I rushed out of the car, walking in front to unlock the door for Mattia who was still in the car, counting money he had kept in the passengers glove compartment; I carry on walking through the school, unlocking the door to my room and walking in. The thick, humid smell of sex filled the room after I forgot to open the windows of the room when we left; I picked up the air freshener and sprayed around the room to mask the smell of sweat.
You: Ooo that shit stank
Mattia: Did you spray in here?
He said walking into the room with the clothes from the washer, they were dry by the time we came back so I folded them up, ready to be worn another day. I got changed back into my pyjamas for like the third time today and got into bed with Mattia who was on his phone, looking at Snapchat.
You: I'm going sleep, I'm too tired to do anything?
He turned towards me and kissed my cheek, laying his arm on my waist. I moved closer to his body, putting my bum against his dick and closing my eyes to finally go sleep after a long ass day.
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