Cartels

chapter 15―dress up

❝i'm a bitch, i'm a boss❞

-doja cat

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I awoke to the sounds of Armando's soft Italian words filling the room. My eyes slowly fluttered open and I glanced around, taking in my surroundings as sunlight seeped through the large windows. Armando was sitting on the edge of the bed, his back to me, a phone pressed against his ear. I snuggled into the blanket to hide my face as I tried to make out what he was saying.

"Hai trovato aggiornamenti sulla situazione?" Armando hushed into his phone. Updates? Huh? There was a long pause before he spoke softly again.

"Cosa vuoi dire che non hai trovato niente? Ti pago una bella somma di denaro e per cosa? Per te e i miei uomini per scopare come gli idioti che siete?" He growled into the phone, his voice dangerously low. The man on the other line starting to speak but Armando cut him off.

"Ascolta qui, inutile maiale. Voglio un aggiornamento stasera o sventrerò personalmente te e la tua famiglia, capito?" He grumbled before hanging up the phone. I let out a soft yawn, which he unfortunately heard as he turned around and narrowed his eyes at me. 

"How much did you hear?" Armando questioned accusingly. I held my hands up defensively and my lips controrted into the most innocent smile I could muster.

"Whatever do you mean, El Chapo?" I asked in a sickenly sweet voice.

"Cut the bullshit. I know you heard me on the phone," he states as I sit up straighter, leaning against the headboard while wrapping myself with the thick comforter.

"Oh, well. Too bad I don't know the language of mozzarella and gelato," I lie, shooting a smile full of mockery his way.

"Beh, è ​​ovvio a causa di quel cervello grande come un pisello, stupido pezzo di merda di vacca," Armando muttered, while I gasp.

"Take that back, you bastard!" I yell while I chuck a pillow at his direction, which he caught in mid-air.

"Oh, so you do understand Italian?" he smirked when I responded with a "hmph". Within a second, his face contorted into a handsome (but terrifying scowl) as he stood up and made his way to the door.

"Get ready. Your test begins in four hours. Don't be late," he informed as he opened the door. I was about to respond with a "Where?" but the door already slammed shut by the time I got the chance to open my mouth. I huffed a breath of annoyance before I made my way to the bathroom to freshen up. I slipped on a a pair of comfy black leggings and an expensive gray Givenchy sweatshirt that I took from the stocked closet. I quickly threw my hair up into a loose bun before I exited the bathroom, only to find Francesca, Rosalia, and Cass spread out on the large bed.

"Uh, hey guys," I mumble shyly when I feel all of their gazes turn to me. They all looked me up and down before speaking.

"Oh hell no," Francesca started, standing up in front of me with bewilderment in her expression.

"You are not playing poker against my brother and his creepy friends in that," Rosalia commented, following Francesca into the bathroom. They were whispering about the different clothes in the closet as I turned back to Cass and evaluated her own outfit. 

"You're practically wearing the same thing as me," I grumbled as I sat next to her, poking her black Dior sweatshirt as she shrugs.

"Yeah, but I'm just trying to out-hack someone. I don't need to dress to impress," she stated with a wink, causing me to gag internally.