The Mafia Sacrifice

10

Starr Marie

Why is there even a dog bowl here, we don't even own a fucking dog.

As that thought ran through my mind, an Australian Shepherd runs out the kitchen and stops to lick the water off the floor.

This bitch!

"What were you doing," Damon asks looking at me while I was in complete embarrassment.

"Oh, um nothing really. Just breathing as every other human does," Okay cut it out with the lame excuses.

"You sure you weren't listening to our conversation," He says with a smirk. "Because intentionally eavesdropping on someone's— especially my— conversation counts as a punishment of death."

My heart drops to the floor. I take a step back afraid of his next actions. I didn't even hear what he said so I don't think it would be called listening.

"I— Umm," I stutter.

Damon smiles, "But you wouldn't do that correct?"

"No! I have better things to do, like shopping," I hated shopping. I lie. "Okay umm bye," I said turning to leave nervously as the guy Damon stands next to just looks at me with no emotion.

Kind of reminds me of Damon. Weird.

"Wait. I want you to meet someone," Damon says gesturing me to come into the kitchen. I walked into the kitchen and stood next to Damon like a dumb ass idiot. But a pretty dumb ass idiot because my outfit was bomb.

"So Starr, I'll like you to meet my brother, Ace. And Ace this Starr." Wait-

Brother?

He literally just brought him up yesterday and decided to bring him here to meet me? Woah we're going so fucking fast.

He grabbed my hand shaking it for a long time. Okay, you are fucking right. 5 seconds is not that long but he was mentally fucking me and I didn't like the feeling.

" A- ah...it's nice to meet you, Ace," I say slipping my hand from his grip. 

He noticed the slight uncomfortableness so he instantly replied with, "Ohh. Sorry. Don't hate me already."

Don't look into my damn soul then maybe I'd rather like you than hate you.

I look at Damon and his expression is not visible. "So, this is your famous brother you have talked about... ONCE," I say bringing a smile to Damon's face.

"No, my brother would never wear a fucking boot like that." He says laughing pointing at Ace's shoes.

I giggled. The shit was ugly! No offense.

Ace crosses his arms annoyed, "Hey fuck both of you. I'm trying to dress like a Texan not a New Yorker."

"You look like a fucking female," Damon said laughing while holding his chest. "And us New Yorkers are not all the same."

Instead of laughing, my focus shifted to Damon.

I loved his laugh. He didn't laugh often because of his job and reputation, one thing I could but couldn't understand. However, his laugh was different, and this one seems genuine.

Genuine.

A word that would never be used for Damon, yet I felt the need to use it today.

•~^~•

After their small remarks back and forth and my constant laughing, I hear a knock on the door. Damon then hands me his card and I protest.

"You need it so take it," He says with a agression. I didn't want to, but I knew I needed a dress for the ball. I didn't have money for it but — Damon did.