Forced Into Submission

house. Not knowing how she got there, he took her in. She was one year older than me though but we still bonded. She was about 6 feet tall with hazel brown eyes. Her hair was raven black but when she stood at a certain area it appeared violet.

I on the other hand had scorching brown hair, and pale grey irises and was about five foot nine inches tall.

One thing Adriana and I shared in common when it came to physical appearance was our olive-tanned skin. It was flawless.

I poured a drink for her and passed it to her. She didn look happy about the news.

”Is it true? ” She asked venomously and gulped everything all at once. Nana shook her head but Adrianna couldn care less.

”How did you hear? ” Father asked narrowing his eyes.

”Thats all everyone is talking about here! ” She yelled.

Father thought for a while and made a call. Adrianna and I discussed how bad this was and how it cannot be taken lightly and Nanny tried to calm us down.

”Go get dressed we are heading off to the Berlusconi mansion ” Father commanded.

What! Shit!

”But father- ” Adrianna started but father cut her off with a glare

”I want no comments. Go, get dressed, and come down. ” Father said in a clipped tone. Whenever he got pissed or angry his Italian accent just flowed heavily and itd just give you shivers.

Adriana and I nodded in sync and walked out of the office.

I scoffed and Adrianna huffed. This was our worst nightmare coming true.

Almost 5 years ago we had, well lets just say an intimate experience between the boys and us were shared. And I kinda stole something from him. So low… I know but it was valuable.

”Meet you down here in 5. ” She said with a smile that didn reach her eyes. She ran up the stairs before I could say anything.

No that I would. I guess she knew the shit we were in.

I sighed and nodded to no one in particular. I headed upstairs to my room and picked up my usual clothes. Black-tee, black skinny trousers, and black leather jacket. Call me an emo girl. I didn care. It was my style

I was only thinking of how I would escape Lorenzo if we were left alone. After a while, I heard nanna call my name from downstairs. Damn the woman could yell!

I sighed.

I wished we wouldn make it there or something but I guess we had no choice.

After all the mafia matters right?