Alexandra's POV
Poke......Poke......Poke
Wake...Poke....up.....Poke
I swear to god if this dude pokes me again he is going to lose a finger.
Anybody.....Poke...HomAaaaaggghhh
"WHAT THE HELL!"
I smirked at Matteo rolling on the floor clutching his finger that I had justifiably bent backwards.
He sounds like a dying whale.
"Geez woman, I came to tell you that lunch is ready." He left the room groaning in pain. I stretched and got out of bed. I changed from the shirt I was wearing to some jeans and an oversized hoodie. It was late when I had arrived to the house so it was now the next day.
I made my way downstairs to the dining room where everyone was situated thankfully remembering the way. Everything looked so professional and posh. There were maids serving the food at the table and my brothers were all sat in silence wearing designer suits. My father sat at the head of the table looking as serious as ever. So dramatic it's only lunch not a dinner party with the Queen of England.
I rolled my eyes and made my way to an empty seat at the table. When I stepped in everyone froze for a few seconds and stared at me, even the maids. I cocked an eyebrow,
" Is something the matter?" I asked coldly. The maids looked down and continued serving the food whilst my family didn't take their eyes off me. It was starting to piss me off if I was being honest.
"What are you wearing?" My father said breaking the silence in the room. He looked at me judgementally as if to see what was going though my head to be seen in such an outfit. I was honestly so confused like what is it a crime to not look like your going to a gala every morning. Give me a break old man.
My fathers face turned red and he shook with anger and my brothers stared at me in shock.
Oops did i say that out loud.
"Yes. Yes you did." My father was trying not to lose his anger but was failing miserably.
Awww is the old man having a little temper tantrum.
I must have accidentally said that out loud because next thing you know my father stood up abruptly and was staring at me like he wanted to murder me. He honestly looked like a raging bull.
"I will not tolerate this disrespect from my household especially from you, have I made myself clear." I nearly laughed at his attempt to intimidate me. What's an old man like him going to do.
"Well 'father' seen as I haven't even known you a full 2 days, it's a bit odd you asking for respect. Don't you know the term that respect is earned not given. And as for your previous comment on my appearance, I don't know what you were expecting me to wear, but if you wanted me to wear something fancy then don't you think you should have given me some notice instead of lecturing me at the last minute." My father's face held shock and I couldn't be bothered with arguing with him any further on the topic so I got up calmly and made my way out the door.
"Uugh why did she even have to come back dad we were fine without her she's just a spoiled little brat. People like her don't know how to act or behave." I turned back around menacingly to see Damon staring at me with so much hate and disgust. It honestly hurt that he thought of me like that but I buried the hurt I was feeling and let my anger take over. I looked at the faces of my other brothers and they looked like they agreed with Damon's words, and if they didn't they didn't say anything.
Before I could say another word the doorbell rang and my family sprung to their feet and hurriedly made their way to the front door.
"Go to your room and don't come out until the guests have gone. We'll deal with you later."
Wow. Were they ashamed of me. Did they not what their rich friends to see their sorrowful excuse of a daughter. I thought they wanted me but I guess not. Damon grabbed me and dragged me upstairs when I didn't move. I've got a bone to pick with this one. We got to my room and he pushed me inside.
"Now I don't know what that was downstairs, but we will not tolerate it any longer. Stop being a stupid little brat. Don't leave or come out of this room."
I glared at him and stalked towards him. He looked a bit taken aback and before he could react I threw my fist into his face and heard that all so familiar crack. He brought his hands to his now broken nose in an attempt to stop the pools of blood from leaking and staining his suit. I gave him a cocky smirk and walked back into my room and closed the door.
I made my way towards my bed and sat down. Did they really think I would stay in my room now, because if they did then they're dumber than I thought. No I was going to get revenge. I need to do sone scheming. Now let's see.
They've probably got a rich business partner downstairs because of how well they were dressed and how they all behaved. It's probably got something to do with the mafia as it looked like they wanted me out of there quick.
Now how to actually piss them off. If they're so hell bent on keeping me away how about I surprise them with the one and only me. It would be fun to see them mad and not be able to say anything and it would teach them not to mess with me. Perfect.
Now for the outfit to put the plan into motion. I ran to my closet to decide on what clothes to wear. After a few minutes of looking, I found the perfect outfit. I was rather impressed with myself on this one.
Now I feel more like myself I can get started with the plan. I made my way to the door and pulled it open. I smirked and made my way downstairs. Pranking and pissing people off was a hobby. I loved to do it. I quietly made my way downstairs careful not to get caught or draw attention to myself. I heard voices coming from the dining room and the scent of freshly cooked chicken and steak and all types of delicious food attacked my senses.
I was so hungry. I hadn't eaten at all since I had breakfast yesterday with Hayley. That was more than 24 hours ago. Did these people want me to starve or something. I was now directly in front of the dining room door.
Without a second thought I flung the door open and scanned the room. My family stared at me in anger and the mysterious guests looked at me in shock and others in confusion. There were 2 boys and a girl that I had never seen before but they all looked eerily familiar. All 3 looked at me in confusion. I had seen them before but I couldn't pinpoint where. I looked around and froze in shock. My eyes latched onto a familiar face. The coldness in my eyes dispersed and they lit up in happiness. It was my best friend in the whole world.
"Chicken?"
"SINK!"
I ran into his arms and we both shared a big hug. Lincoln, linky dinky or sink as I like to call him is one of my best friends that I met when I was in England at 14 years old. What i was doing in England at that time is a completely different story but I met sink and we instantly clicked and became inseperable before I moved to Cali. I hadn't seen him in years. He was a few years older than me, ok he was a lot of years older than me. Right now he was about 28 and we had met when he was 25. He was like a big brother to me. We pulled apart and the whole room was staring at us. You could tell they were confused. I mean I would be too if I saw someone hugging the leader of the second most powerful mafia. The English mafia.
I looked back up at my best friend with a mischevious glint in my eyes. He seemed to understand the message and knew where this was headed. I was in prank mode.
"So Alexandra what are you doing downstairs and how do you know Lincoln?" Asked my father hesitantly. He was as confused and shocked as everyone else.
I grabbed onto Lincs arm and turned to face the fam.
"Well father haven't you heard? Me and Linc are getting married he's my fiance! Isn't that exciting!" I squealed.
The whole room froze and I looked back up at Lincoln who was trying not to die of laughter.
Everyone was still in their little trance. Hmmm they're probably going to flip in let's see
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