*couldnt think of a song lol*
He shoved me out of the car. I fell to the ground
"Son of a bitch, what the hell is wrong with you!" I said as I got up and brushed myself off.
He gripped my upper arm hard and dragged me
Onto what I assume was his private jet. His security stayed by the car.
"Come on, I don't have fucking time to waste." He yelled.
"Bitch don't fucking drag me I'll literally beat your ass. I swear to god when you let me go luca I'm gonna fucking kill you." I yelled back
He chuckled
This man was fucking bipolar
He pulled me up the jet stairs. I was greeted with the smell of expensive cigars and champagne. There was a model looking girl sitting in one of the chairs. She had the same grey eyes and olive skin as luca. Her hair was a auburn brown.
"Thank god, your finally fucking back. Let the god damn girl go you dumbass." She said.
Luca threw me into the ground.
I got up within seconds and slapped him in the face hard. I started punching his chest and slapping him.
"Oo luca, I like her already." The girl said.
Luca grabbed my arms and stopped me.
"Enough! Stop fucking hitting me you crazy bitch."
"I know you didn't just call her a bitch you dickhead. Let me talk to her. Get away from us." The girl demanded.
Luca stomped into the back of the jet all mad.
"I'm so sorry for the way he's acted. He's just a little fucking bitch. By the way, I'm Olivia, his younger sister." She said
"It's honestly okay. These mafia men are little fucking babies. I'm Astrid." I said.
"Girl I know who you are, your pretty popular. Luca hasn't been able to stop talking about you for the last year. Come on, sit." She said, gesturing to the seat across from her.
She poured two glasses of champagne and put out some cheese and crackers.
"Why the hell are we on a plane, where are we going?" I asked.
"We're going to Barcelona. That's where his house is. " she said while eating a piece of cheese.
I groaned in annoyance.
"It's really not all that bad. Just a few paparazzi here and there." She said.
I took a deep breath.
Me and Olivia chatted for a couple hours we talked about how these men were so fragile. She told me that she was married to the French mafias leader, causing an alliance between the Spanish mafia and the french mafia, making them more powerful. She said there was one other woman that she considered her best friend in the mafia. Her name was Erica. Olivia told me that Erica was a stripper and she caught the eye of her brother; marco. They just had gotten married and were on their honeymoon.
The next few hours were filled with us eating and drinking. The servers made some basic chicken tenders and honey mustard. It tasted just like
New Orleans hamburger and seafood chicken tenders.
God I miss new orleans
"Oh, I should give you these clothes. There's gonna be some paparazzi and media reporters when we land in Barcelona."
She handed me a baby blue tube dress with butterfly heels and a colorful Louis vutton handbag.
"The bedroom to the jet is towards the back. " she said.
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Guns and Roses
Romance"Shit happens." Was all astrid could say. Her life was just a normal ass highschool experience with a smidge of suicidal thoughts and abuse, I mean,isn't everyone's experience kind of like that? Her life changed completely when she discovers that th...
