Surprise bitch.
I updated quickly and I'm giving yall the sex chapter that you guys having been BLOWING UP my phone asking for.
Whores.
Enjoy it though.
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"Don't fucking look at me like that!" I warn everyone as I enter the house dripping wet.
This motherfucker really made me walk home in the rain.
I hate this family.
"I love the hairstyle sis." Adriano calls from the comfort of the warm living room.
I yank out one of the display swords and throw it violently out in his direction though he swiftly dodges it causing the glass showcase to shatter behind him.
Oh fuck, now dad is going to murder me.
"Sleep with one eye open bitch." I warn him strutting up to my room to take a shower.
I notice Dominico isn't here, he's been busy recently so much so that I don't really see him in the evenings.
It's annoying but considering his job, I can't really blame him.
I throw my soaking wet clothes off my body and laver myself in the warm heat of the shower as well as cleaning my body of the stress and dirt that I had happen built up during the day.
My hair was the most dreadful process of all, it had literal ceramic particles from the rage room as well as being suffocated having just been scraped up in an untidy bun for the past few days.
Washing it caused several mental breakdowns.
Perhaps that's why I'm unstable.
Jumping out the shower, I throw my robe over my petite body yet leave my hair out to air dry in the humid spring air while I scroll through my dry, deserted phone looking for entertainment.
I soon remember why I don't use Twitter when my dumb self clicks on the trending hashtags.
My PURE INNOCENT EYES.
I heard Dominico's heavy footsteps approach the door before he made an appearance so when he did, it wasn't a shock.
He walks over to me before placing a kiss on my forehead and falling back onto the bed complaining about his day.
"And Diego is also a prick, I swear someone needs to put him on a leash." He rambles on.
I have been saying that since the day I met him but nobody wanted to listen to me then so they can deal with the consequences.
After his well needed rant, he catches sight of my new profound form of expression.
He grabs my arm or rather my wrist and analyses the lightning bolt.
"Adriano has been talking about getting this forever." He informs me.
I guess that hit something in me, it makes sense why he was so quick to make a decision on what tattoo we should get.
The bitch still made me walk in the rain, that won't be forgotten.
His fingertips drag themselves to mine as he notices my other tattoo, the more heartwarming one.
"What does in mean?" He asks but by the look in my eye I think he knew my intentions.
"It's an angel arrow. For...you know." I swiftly enlighten him.
He drags his finger across it and I shiver at his touch as well as the slight stinging sensation I gain from its new nature.
"What would you have named it?" I ask him and almost immediately regret it. I don't think I was supposed to say that aloud.
"Amy." He looks at me so seriously but I can see the desire to laugh behind his eyes.
FUCK NO!
All the flashbacks of Malibu Barbie come rushing back to my head.
He asks me the same question and my intrusive thoughts give me the urge to say 'abortion' but maybe this isn't the appropriate timing.
"I always said that I would name my child after my mother, boy or girl I would find a variation but look how that turned out." I raise my eyebrow at him.
"I'm not a fan of naming kids after people. We are not the consequence of our parents." He tells me.
"I don't know." I shrug. "I wanted kids so I had the chance to be the mom she wasn't."
"One day, You'll be a better parent than she ever was." He tells me.
He said it with such determination, excluding the fact that my chances of pregnancy are low.
"I don't see that happening," I scoff.
Oh look it's the negative bitch.
I like to call it...realistic.
A smirk is plastered across his face, well he always has one but this time it was more mysterious than ever.
"What?" I ask almost offended.
Is this bitch making fun of my emotions?
"Do you really think you have no chance getting pregnant?" He raises his eyebrows at me.
I nod my head convinced the world hates me.
It does. I am convinced it is plotting against me!
Before I knew it, he had flipped me over so I was straddling his lap and our lips had pressed together violently.
His tongue invades my mouth and every part of my body desired it.
I break apart momentarily, "I'm confused?"
"What? You can't get pregnant so you have nothing to worry about." He challenges my negative thoughts.
This motherfucker and his reverse psychology.
"Yeah but like the 1%-," he cuts me off.
"The what?" He smirks.
"The one per-," this whore won't let me finish my sentence.
FUCK IT. IM SEXUALLY FRUSTRATED NOW.
My lips crash back into his as I feel him chuckle on mine. His arms invade my body and his grip is firm and harsh on my skin pulling me closer to him.
I felt his hands travel to my almost dry hair pulling my head back, leaving an entrance on my neck for his desire.
He flips me over so I'm laying on the bed and he is fiercely over me. His veiny hands take my wrists and yank them over my head before interlocking his hands in them.
Our lips don't part, not once.
He swiftly moved his hand to loosen my robe, removing it from my body leaving me exposed to his view.
I lay there in shock as he watches me whilst slowly unbuttoning his shirt exposing his muscular body.
Bitch the butterflies are back.
My hand brings itself to his chest skimming his skin. He watches as I do so.
"I need to shower." He smirks walking away from my view.
HUH?
Sorry motherfucker what?
His heavy footsteps make their way into the restroom as he shuts the door behind him and I hear the pattering of the shower begin.
I sit there in shock and confusion. Not to mention i am currently deprived of Dick.
That's right bitch, I am dickprived.
No no bitch.
You started this, Sienna is finishing it.
Frustrated and tense, I make my way through the doors and catch sight of him in the shower.
God was I about to faint.
His head was tossed back and hair pulled back from his face as the water soaked his tanned skin only making his tattoos more vibrant.
His eyes caught mine and I notice his smirk grow vibrant. With a sudden burst of confidence I walk up to him, crashing my lips into his.
He violently pushes me against the wall as the steaming water ushers down my body yet I shiver.
His legs part my thighs only giving him an entrance.
I notice his hands trace down them and closer to my core.
He lifts my right leg up with his hand gripped harshly on my thigh.
He doesn't remove his grip yet presses down harder leaving a red mark on my skin.
Oooo spicy.
Oh my god I hate myself.
I felt his tip brush against my entrance and our eyes locked permanently, I couldn't bring myself to look away.
He urges himself in as I let out a gasp of pleasure.
I felt my other leg lift off the ground as my back is pushed harder into the wall giving him full access to my body.
His thrusts turn harsher and quicker with time, he groans into my ear as I gasp into his.
By now he is holding me up with one hand whilst his other brushes the stray hairs out my face.
He caresses my jawline and his thumb brushes past my lips marking them.
"Fuck." He groans as his grip presses into me a little harder.
I felt a spark arise in my stomach as he felt me tighten around him. Noticing this he makes no mistake in thrusting faster and harder.
My head angles against the wall and fingertips press harshly into his skin as I felt vibrations spring through my body.
Not long after, I felt his muscles tense and the veins in his arms become more apparent, he groans releasing into me.
Without the failure of breaking contact once.
He removes himself from inside me causing a spark of shock and pleasure to hit me. He chuckles at both my reaction and expression.
"I thought I told you I needed to shower?" He sarcastically raises his eyebrow at me.
I bring my lips abnormally close to his ear, "don't start something you can't finish amore." I smirk repeating what he once told me.
Opening the glass shower door, I proceed to walk out yet I feel myself getting yanked back my his harsh grip and harshly pushed against the wall.
He slams that glass door startling me.
"You should have quit while you were ahead." He chuckles.
Oh fuck.
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I am awoken by violent, aggressive shouting occurring downstairs.
We had only been asleep for around an hour so it was still evening, well I guess you could call it night.
Arguments had became the normal in this house. Of course it did, we are the Mafia but the anger and rage I heard in those voices didn't seem normal at all.
"Dominico." I shake him whilst trying to wake myself up properly.
His eyes open and brain activated relatively quickly as he notices my sore expression.
The shouts get louder.
"Is that Stefano?" He asks grabbing a shirt and throwing it over his muscular build.
Listening closer I come to realise that it is my father doing the shouting but I hear another voice.
"Christian?" I say aloud and Dominico nods his head thinking the same thing.
No one ever argues with Stefano, especially not his children and the way those two were shouting scared me and I'm sure everyone else in this house.
We both almost sprint downstairs yet cautiously. We bump into the others on the way and they all look as shocked and confused as us.
"I told you Sienna. Midlife crisis." Adriano enlightens us.
The tension in the air builds up as we make our way to the family room.
We honestly looked like a bunch of children listening in on a secret.
Fuck it, I'm not playing spy kids.
I burst through the door and having broken the path, everyone else joins me.
I notice the room trashed with bullet wounds as well as glass shattered across the floor.
I look at my fathers bloodshot eyes and Christian's broken ones.
"Oh god did he leave Aiden at a convenience store?" Dominico asks.
We leave him there all too often that it wouldn't even be a surprise anymore.
The two of them don't answer but share a broken secret between them.
It's scaring me.
"Dad." I catch his attention.
"What's going on?"
"Tell them." Christian urges my father.
"Chris-," Stefano warns him.
"Tell them." He repeats more sternly. "They deserve to know."
"Not like this son." My father shakes his head walking up to my eldest brother.
"TELL THEM." His words were violent but heartbreaking.
Stefano wraps his hand on the back of Christian's neck forcing his vision into my fathers eyes.
"Tell no one."
My father gazes over the rest of us before exiting the room leaving us with heaps of questions.
Oh, no no bitch you're going to tell me.
I begin to violently walk in my fathers direction yet Christian takes hold of my arm before I walk to far.
"Leave him." He warns me.
"But-," I begin ready to argue.
He looks me in the eyes almost giving me a warning and brotherly reassurance.
"Leave him." He repeats.
He looks like he needs a hug.
I'm debating whether to stab him or give him a hug.
Cautiously, I wrap my arms around him and does the same.
The hug was meaningful yet I felt nothing but anger and sadness and...fury inside of him.
There was nothing to comfort, it was as if he wasn't Christian anymore.
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Stefanie always hiding something.
Here's some screen time for my boy Chrissy as well.
Until next time,
Enjoy xxx