The Rules to Redemption

Chapter 6: Blank spaces

"Just get in the trunk." He groans.

In the trunk I go!

...

"So what's it like associating yourself with a demon?" I break the silence.

"You seem to have a profound hatred for him in a rather small amount of time." Mar reads me.

"Have you met him?" I scoff.

"He has that affect on everyone." He chuckles slightly.
"But not you?" I challenge him.
"He's a complete twat, just one I happen to love." He enlightens me vaguely.

Oh god, Bromance.

"So tell me about you, who exactly are you?" Mar asks me whilst violently steering the wheel almost killing me.
"Slow down damn." I warn him.
"I bet you drive under the speed limit you weirdo." He insults me.
For some reason that was very offensive.
He reiterates his questions of 'who I am' and it catches me off guard just like the first time.

"My name is Tallia Asr-, Tallia Sylveste and I fucking hate everyone." I sarcastically smile.

Since my conversation with Damien, my real last name has been stuck in my head and for some reason it only felt right to use it rather than my mother's maiden name.

"I knew you were a bitch." He says, almost proud.

"I'm flattered, really." I scoff sarcastically.
"May I ask, who the hell are you?"
He smirks, "The fact that you don't know who I am is embarrassing."
Oh my.

"Marcello Alec De lavita." He holds his handout and I unwillingly shake it.
"New Yorks resident gangster."

"Right...gangster." I mutter hoping that was a figure of speech yet I am very doubtful.
"Your accent is different, where are you from?" He questions.

"My mothers v-."
Tallia please be human for a mere second.
"I'm from Montreal."

"That doesn't fit the accent." He shakes his head.

"Born in France, raised between Montreal and Italy. My mother is a violent croissant and my father looks like Luigi. Any more questions?" I raise my eyebrow at him.

"Yes but I'm terrified to ask them." He stutters in return to my response.
"Can I ask you something then?" I flip the script on him.
"No you can't shut the fuck up." He waves me off his attention more in the road.
Rolling my eyes, I still seem to proceed, "Who is Damien?"

His mouth opens and moves around for a bit, "A...uhhh...whore?"

Well that's a given.
Yet now he's doing everything to avoid my question and that includes flicking off random old people on the highway.

"Marcello?" I call trying to grab his attention.
"Tallia have you no shame, I'm in the middle of a conversation." He rolls his eyes.

I divert my view to see him swearing at a child in sign language whilst driving at the same time.

What the actual fuck is going on?
God I better be getting paid good money for this.

...

"Thanks for the ride chauffeur." I purposely announce whilst closing the door, just to infuriate him.

"I'm not a fucking chauffeur." He grunts agitated.

"My bad peasant." I smirk walking towards my apartment whilst I hear him curse me out in the background.
It was rather funny if I say so myself.

It had just gone 7:00pm when I at last arrived home, this gave me enough time to look more than presentable for tonight.
Jumping in the shower and washing the stress, fear and...confusion off my body I try to push everything from today away in hopes to enjoy myself tonight.
New York is my bitch tonight.

Rummaging through my wardrobe I attempt to search for any outfit that would scream 'bad bitch'.
I didn't expect to do a lot of partying when I came here, I told myself that I would leave that as part of my old life and be more 'work focused'.
In reality, when was I ever focused on work?
Who fucking focuses on work?

To my luck, I found a dress that satisfied my mind. It was a nude-champagne colour, its silk texture attached to my body accentuating the very little curves I had.
It rode rather high on my thighs at first yet I managed to gain the confidence to scream 'fuck it'.

I decided to pair it with heels that contained thin straps which crossed over my lower leg.
Fucking hell Tallia, you're going to get hypothermia.

I let my hair dry before running a straightener through it and picking out small accessories such as my 'T' initial necklace that Malachi had gifted me for my birthday as well as averaged sized hoops.
Throwing on a casual jacket and grabbing my purse, I set out to Sierra's apartment hoping that I don't get kidnapped by a crackhead on the way.
A part of me was anxious about tonight, I don't know what possessed me to agree to go. Perhaps it was the desire to step out of my comfort zone and actually make friends or maybe I'd do anything to escape the fact that I have to defend a mysterious psychopath in court.

Regardless, tonight is my escape and I'm using it.

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Carpool Karaoke with Marcello Alec De lavita😩.

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