The Under Boss's Ballerina [18+]

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"C'était censé être à moi, ma chérie." I say dropping the half eaten fruit on the kitchen floor.

(This was supposed to be mine, sweetheart.)

"Et je n'aime pas vraiment que les gens touchent mes affaires." I add with my flattering smile.

(And I don't really like people touching my stuff)

That was a waste of damn good strawberry and maybe rude my part.

But think about it.

She's been fingerings Anglo and Roman at once like no body's dad's business.

Anne's red cheeks turned even more red when I squash the fruit using the toe of my heels, eyes boring into her baby blue ones.

"You think Angelo will settle for a whore?" She spats making me frown.

"Angelo Giovanni would never settle down with a fucking whore who sells her body to please pathetic men-" She added, her true feeling toward me showing.

She never liked me anyway and did I ever say or do anything mean to her?

Nope.

Plus she needs to add some more to her insult book.

"Well, that's sad for you, isn't it?" I retort, trying a bit of sarcasm. "Poor thing."

I don't stretch the cat mouse bickering anymore as I walk out of the kitchen leaving a bewildered and fuming Anne behind me and walk into the outdoor sitting arrangement placed especially for this lunch.

After the main meal the elders, Alyssa, Donna Coralyn, Don Marcus went up to his study to share their coffee leaving us here to 'catch up'

I don't know what everybody was catching up, but I was catching up some severe nausea.

I place the tray on the middle of the table and take a seat on my chair after retrieving my napkin.

"Where's Anne?" Angelo asked placing his hand back on my thigh and grabbing a strawberry from the bowl dipping it into the dark chocolate.

"Why, you seem too keen about her whereabouts." I say, my voice low as I place my napkin on my lap.

"Why don't you go find your where your precious Anne is?" I add not bothering to look up at him starring down at me.

"Tadpole." He warns.

"What?" I ask frowning, finally facing him

Sighing he shook his head and popped the juicy fruit in his mouth.

"So you two gonna pretend that nothing on this table happened?" Blaire broke the uncomfortable silence looming over between the four of us.

Yes, thank you babe.

"Blaire." Roman warned placing his phone face down. "Quiet."

No. Roman, you be quiet.

"Oh, you shut the fuck up." She yelled at the Don. "There is a limit and time and place for being insulted and this..." She gestures at the whole table arrangement "Was neither and I've had enough."

"Blaire, enough!" Roman barks.

"Fuck you." She said. "And fuck him!" She pointed at Angelo. "Fuck you both coward cunts for acting like how a mouthy bitch groping your dicks was the most normal thing ever."

"Why are you so childish?" Roman asks turning to face her, a frown resting on his face.

You know what?

Don't stop Blaire.

Yell louder. I think mentally.

"Oh, I am childish?" She places her hand on her chest mocking Anne. "Monsieur, you haven't seen childish-"