uoıʇıɹɐdsıᗡ

ᴠᴇɴᴛɪ - ᴘᴀꜱᴛ

Women want a man who is in control, but not a man that is controlling. There's a difference. ~ Unknown.

Valentinia:

Past (3 years ago)

Mr Morelli is having friends over this evening and has asked me personally to 'behave'.

What does he take me for? A dog?

I don't know whether to be happy that I am finally associating with other individuals apart from him, Edna and occasionally Chloe. Or nervous, because they might be just like him. Anyway, I am comprehensive on what to expect.

What if they are all men? That would be intimidating, especially if they are all criminals. Hopefully, there will be some females, if not one. I mean what Mafia doesn't have at least one female within it anyway? I'm pretty sure women are equal to men these days and women are powerful. Plus, they can be conniving, manipulative and sneaky, they can get the job done just as well a man can. However, if they are all like Mr Morelli, who is a sexist and misogynistic pig, then I am in no luck.

He told me to wear the red dress that I had refused to wear the first time that I had arrived here, and looking at it, it was beautiful and flattering. However, it was a bit too low cut at my cleavage, never less I still liked it.

Especially the colour. Crimson. His favourite colour. It didn't surprise me in the slightest, it's the colour of blood and I am certain he has plenty of that on his hands. It's as if he is trying to push it onto me, forcing me to accept his lifestyle. His sins. Well, let me tell you, Mr Morelli I will never accept your lifestyle.

***

Mr Morelli introduced me to his six friends about an hour ago. More like slave employees. Well except for a few of them.

Alessandro, Giovanni, Stefano, Francesco, Andrea and Maria. Two women, I was pleasantly surprised.

Alessandro was twenty-seven, with brown hair and brown eyes. Giovanni was twenty-three, with copper hair and caramel eyes. Stefano was twenty-eight, with light brown hair and onyx eyes. Francesco was twenty-four with dark brown hair and blue eyes. Andrea was twenty-two, with dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. Finally, Maria was twenty-five, with dyed blonde hair and brown eyes.

Honestly, I liked all of the guys, especially Alessandro, he was very polite and well- mannered. Whereas, Stefano and Giovanna were very playful and humorous. Francesco was very cold, not as cold as Mr Morelli, but he was starting to warm up to me. Andrea was a lovely woman, she was Alessandro's sister.

Contrasting to Maria, on the other hand, she looked at me like she wanted to kill me and was rude. The bitch didn't even take my hand when I greeted her, she just looked me up and down, scoffed and turned away. Well, that's the first and the last time that I am going to be polite to her.

I was currently having a conversation with Andrea and Alessandro; however, Andrea was leading it. She was very expressive when telling me about how she needed a new girlfriend to go out clubbing with her, saying that all of her friends are boring and are too caught up with their partner's to even think about her. Alessandro was looking at her with an eyebrow raised, whereas I was looking at her with an astonished expression.

How much can this girl talk? I thought, amused.

Alessandro leaned down and whispered in my ear, "I know what you're thinking, I used to wonder the same thing too. However, I have got used to her when she rambles. It's quite funny watching her get frustrated and heated. By the way, you look stunning in that dress."