Loving The Mafia

•Chapter 19•

Marilyn and I were sitting on the couch in our dressingroom, painting our nails. She couldn't stop gushing over Angelo and honestly, it was kinda annoying.

I really didn't mind it that much though. Seeing how her face turns red whenever I tease her, or how her eyes light up as she remember their chat, it made me happy for her.

But while observing her, I wondered. I wondered if I looked the same way whenever I thought about Lorenzo. Would my eyes light up at the mention of his name? The unnoticed blushes? The lovesick stares?

It made me want to..be around him more, just to feel. But. I'm pissed. I told Marilyn about what he said -or more like commanded- and her response was," What if he wants hot kitchen sëx?" followed by some other weird scenes that really didn't make sense.

"Do you want a drink?" Marilyn nudged me with her elbow.

I glanced her as I coated my nails for a second time in a lovely nude pinky color. "Um nahhh," I scrunched up my nose. I didn't really feel like drinking.

I wasn't much of a drinker but good thing about me and alcohol, is that I can't easily get drunk. It takes a lot to make my system buzz.

"Oh c'mon!" She whined as she pouted," You'd be seeing Lorenzo's face later. At least unwind a bit."

I looked at her thoughtfully. Marilyn was now wearing a one piece with pale pink lace patterns. She then threw a sheer black robe over it.

I wore a piece similar to hers. Only mine was navy blue and I wore a sheer rosey pink throw over. "Okay," I sighed.

She squealed softly and began to put her heels on. "We're getting wasted!"

"Um nooo... You're getting wasted." I rolled my eyes. If there was something I knew about Lorenzo, he never liked a sloppy done job.

So me showing up to make his food and do his laundry all drunken, can get me in some shit. But Marilyn was a little persistent mouse that didnt know when to quit.

"Oh C'mon Bri!" she threw her arms in the air, "It's not like if you're actually gonna do fold his boxers and feed him like a baby. He's a grown man and God gave him two hands for a reason."

"It doesn't change the fact that he basically threatened me does it?" I scowled and glared at myself in the mirror.

"Then you can hide out at my room," Mari stated obviously.

"Your room?" I lifted an eyebrow.

"Yea. The rooms where we stay in when we're done. It's the building to the back actually. "

I placed a lot of thought into the idea. "But I would get in trouble later in anycase."

"It would be worth it!" Marilyn squealed.

"We're talking about ditching Lorenzo Roberto here," I lifted my eyebrows and looked at her as if she was crazy,"I can die tomorrow. "

Marilyn opened her mouth but snapped it shut quickly. "Oh cmon! Just one drink!"

I closed my eyes thoughtfully and leaned back into my seat. One drink. That's it. I sighed and looked at Marilyn to tell her okay. She jumped out and grabbed my arm, dragging me yo the bar.

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One drink turned into two.

Two turned into three.

Three turned into four.

I couldn't stop. By now I was wasted. I couldn't stand on my two feet without wobbling and gripping onto the counter. Marilyn however was looking a lot worse.