Il Mio Capo Mafioso Italiano

XV

Mavery's POV:

When Blaine left, Lorenzo and I just sat in silence for a few seconds, neither of us wanting to be the one to break it. My eyes scanned his outfit which was black jeans and a black t shirt that was tight enough to outline his muscles.

"I expect you to be ready to go by 6:30, that gives you a good hour to get ready. I got Lorie to leave an outfit on your bed that you are expected to wear." He told me, which made me shocked because I could have sworn it was only 3:00. He must have noticed my surprise because he let out a small chuckle. "It's 5:30?" I said with a shocked tone, he replied with a nod.

"Wait are you coming with me?"

"Yes. I have some things I need to handle at the club. Now I would go get ready if I were you, I do not tolerate being late."

Him saying this made me laugh, but I quickly covered my mouth with my hand to stop it.

"What's funny?" He questioned me, his voice becoming more stern. "Oh it's nothing, I just remembered hearing you sprint down the hall when you realized you were late to your meeting yesterday."

His eyes narrowed into an angry expression, but I just found the whole scenario quite hilarious.

He stepped forward so he was less than inches from my face, he was too close.... His hand wrapped around my forearm tight enough to hold it firmly but not to leave a bruise like it had a few days ago. The anger in his eyes made it hard for me to hold eye contact with him, because that same anger is what I have seen a dozen times before in my fathers eyes.

You need to be strong. Don't let him know that you fear him.

His touch sent shivers up my spine as he puts his other hand loosely around my waist, our faces less than an inch now apart. My eyes leave his for a second and flash down to his lips... just for a second until I realize what I was doing- but it was too late. A smirk was across his face because he knew I was checking him out. He knew I had just wanted to kiss him.

The smirk was there for a few seconds before he got serious again, almost like he forgot I had just been sassy to him a few minutes ago, and just remembered.

"Things are going to change around here. I know you are used to saying whatever you wanted whenever you want with no consequences, but that's not how I operate. I have been too nice with you"

This made me internally laugh a little at how clueless he is. "Stop talking to me like you know anything about me."  I said in a serious tone. He was really starting to piss me off by assuming so much stuff. I don't blame him though, the whole world thinks of me as a dumb spoiled brat. They have no reason not to, so why would he.

"I know girls like you. You are just like every other daughter of a businessman. Girls who throw a fit when they don't get what they want, and don't ever have to worry about any consequences for anything they do."

"Shut up." I say to him, trying to sound strong but really I am on the verge of bursting into tears. I don't know why I am letting his words get to me. Maybe it's because something I've known for years it's actually being confirmed. I always knew what everyone thought about me, but actually hearing it from someone's mouth to my face... it hurts.

I can't control it when my eyes overflow and a single tear slips down my cheek. I immediately wipe it away hoping he didn't see it.

"I'm going to get ready" my shaky voice says to him. He slowly nods and steps away from me, releasing my waist and forearm. He looked to the floor like he was ashamed of what he had just said, but it didn't matter. Now I know what he truly thinks of me. I was stupid to believe he could actually get to know me as a person, and not just for my reputation as Lawrence Santiago's daughter.

Lorenzo's POV:

Maybe I was too harsh with her.

I know she isn't like every other spoiled mafia woman, but she needs to know she can't keep talking to me like this. A part of me loves how she sasses me, and a part of me knows if she does it in front of the wrong person things could get bad. People will get the wrong impression by me tolerating sass from a woman, I can't put her in danger.

Even if I was too mean, it is better if she hates me. I shouldn't have gotten this close to her in the first place, if you can even call us close.

I should probably start to get ready

I thought to myself before exiting the living room and making my way to my bedroom.

Mavery's POV:

The second I got to my room all I wanted to do was cry, but something inside of me told me not to. It was telling me I needed to be strong and everything would work itself out. 

It's just hard knowing not a single person in the world cares about you...

⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️TW MENTIONS OF CUTTING!!! ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️

Flashback

"Next time do what you are told little bitch." Kathy says to me while landing a kick on my stomach. I am currently getting beaten for refusing to strip for my fathers company.

"Kathy go get me more beer. I will handle her" my father says while approaching me.

He pulls me off the floor by my hair just to slam me back down again.

This time he lifts me up and pins me to the wall by my throat, so tight I can barely get any air in. "You are an embarrassment to this family" he spits at me.

"And if you think any of us care about you? You are wrong. Nobody does. I could kill you right now and nobody would even care. I bet they would even thank me!"

He slams me on the floor again and lands a few more kicks on me before stumbling out of the room, drunk.

Today is my birthday, but nobody even knows. I only know because of a picture of my mom and I together with party hats on, and a date in the bottom corner. My mom was the only person to ever love me, and she is gone.

Maybe I would do everyone a favor if I was gone too.

It was all too much for my fifteen year old self to handle. Sobbing, I made my way to my bathroom and found a razor...

My whole body was numb and I couldn't feel a thing. I just wanted the pain to be over, I just wanted to be with my mom.

End of flashback

I refuse to go back to how weak I was back then.

I softly tugged at the sleeve of my shirt to observe the scars coating my arm, then a tear falls at the thought that this will never leave my body. No makeup will cover it, nothing can make it disappear. I'm stuck with this constant reminder of how useless I am.

Finally, I decide I am done pitying myself and force myself to start getting ready for tonight.

I rolled off my bed and went to inspect the dress that was on the futon, when I did...my heart stopped.

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