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Rules? I scrunched my face in disgust. Rules are a way to show your dominance over someone. When even the lawmakers make the rules or laws, they always want the others to follow it. But Satan forbid if they follow it themselves. In this world, there are no rules. None that actually matters to me.
Why? Because no one has any power to make me abide their words. If I want to do something, I will do it. The other person will have to be like Elsa and let it go.
Eventually, I nodded at him only for a sole reason. My curiosity. I was curious to know the rules of this household.
"First and foremost, It would be great if you can talk to everyone with a little respect." He stated, pointedly.
As he said, it would be great but who even likes great things now? Interpreting my silence as a sign for continuation, he further spoke.
"While talking, please use minimal crude language. Respect goes both ways. We will respect you, but we also expect the same in return. You may find it weird, but no back talk with me. If you have any problem with my decisions or something that I did, approach me and we can discuss it like adults in my office. What I am trying to say is you can't disrespect me in front of others."
For a mob, he has a lot of patience. Why is he making sense though? The rules should have been senseless and stupid. The last one is, but still.
"That means I can backtalk and disrespect you when no one is around?" I looked at him, biting the inside of my cheek to stop me from smiling.
"Ok, how about I first say my part and then you can say whatever you want?" He propelled.
"Boring but fine." I fake sighed, hating that he still did not trigger me with any of his sentence.
"Do you have a history with drugs or a smoke addiction that I should be aware of?"
At his question, I brought my hand to my chin, rubbing my fingers in a thinking gesture.
"Does burning things count in smoke addiction? Because don't you just love to see different things or people burn!" I exclaimed, genuinely staring at him to give me an answer.
He in response peered at me with scepticism and it took him a minute to finally gather his thoughts and reply.
"You are forbidden to go anywhere near fire." He sighed, running his hands through his hair.
"That is unfair." I scowled.
"If you want to go out, you will either take your brother or Marco with you for protection." He raised his eyebrow at me, challenging me to argue with him.
"Marco? I won't mind taking his hot-tatted self with me. But what do I need protection from? Last time I remember I am under your guidance because people need that from me." The words slip from my mouth, and then I realized what I just said.
'You won't be able to take control from me once I am out.' That cold woman said. It was not said intentionally, there is difference.
'Doesn't matter. You will ruin every-fucking-thing.' Someone pissed in her cheerios. Why else would she be so angry?
My brother scowled at my words and grumbled out in a hostile way.
"You won't be near Marco. And what do you mean by that? Can you elaborate it for me?"
You would wish.
"You just said I can go out with Marco. You need to stay true to your words. And Nope." Passing him my most innocent smile, I argued.
"Because I said so. Moving on, please avoid going to the basement. That place hasn't been cleaned since long and is full of dust and rats. But if your curiosity doesn't allow you to, be my guest and please use a mask." He insisted on Marco part, rest I did not pay attention to.
I am pretty sure about him saying not going to basement or something. Do they have skulls in the basement? I almost did have the skulls but the bodies were taken by the police.
"If I go to the basement, will I find skull and bones? I always wanted to play with human body remains." I giggled at the thought, and I am pretty sure my face was glowing with sparkles at the mere thought.
My brother on the other hand found my question disturbing. He is a bloody mafia boss, why does he look so uncomfortable? Isn't it normal around here to talk about dead people?
"Why would you want to play with a skull and bones?" He questioned, his expression quirking into disgust as he gave me a funny look.
"Skulls make a great football."
I am speaking from experience. When I kicked Amelia's head, it literally flew to the wall. That picked my interest and I developed this urge to own a skull ball. It is not that questionable or weird as people seem to make it. It is absolutely normal.
'As normal as you.' She muttered, making me frown. Because I am not normal.
'That's exactly my point.' She pointed out. Bitch.
"No playing with skulls or bones." He narrowed his eyes at me.
"Next, I will get you a seat in one of the prestigious university here. You can continue your education then. I haven't gone through your academics report yet, so I am still unfamiliar with what you are pursuing."
"Psychology" I responded. When I said I wanted to study History, it was before whatever that crazy woman knows happened. I don't remember what happened, and it serves me a headache to remember it. So, I would rather stay in delusion to put myself in harms way.
Even though, I know why she wants us to take psychology. She wants to master every single human emotion to exist, the reactions, how a human mind works. After all, she needs a thorough study to play the minds of her preys.
"That is good. Also, I request you to not cause any trouble once you join. If you have any issue regarding anything, please let me know." Once he finished, I sighed in relief. This long lecture is finally over.
"I do have one problem." I started, he bobbed his head asking me to continue.
"Who decided the theme of the room I am staying in? Like I get it pink is stereotypically, a color female species prefer. But that does not imply we don't like other colors." I rambled, because pink is pretty, and I am not at all pretty. My ugly self prefers something ugly.
That's just a figure of speech because in no way is blood red ugly.
"What color would you prefer?"
It took me a second to give him my response. "Blood red. If you can arrange a skull with red liquid or blood on the top of it, I would also like it."
He muttered a series of some words under his breath, unfortunately, I could not make what he said.
"You may take your leave now. Again, it is good to have you here." It was evident in his strained voice that he wanted to get rid of my presence from his office.
With a grin, I sashayed out of the office. He is the first person who actually tolerated my weird words and did not looked at me judgingly. Well, he did questioned my choices but at least he wasn't freaking out.
Will he freak out if I order an actual skull and blood from dark web and gift it to him? His office was so boring, it would make his office look decorated and not boring.
When I was too lost thinking about how to creep my new guardian in ways 101, I stumbled into another human body. Thankfully, I did not fall.
"What the hell!" The one that did fall cursed, getting up.
"I think you have impressed the floor with your personality. The floor doesn't seem to want to let you go." I sniggered at my own joke which wasn't even funny.
"Shut up." Angelo snapped, getting up from the floor. Unfortunately, my foot moved on its own will and came in Angelo's way making him fall again.
"Oops. My foot accidentally moved forward." I grinned, walking to my room but not without 'accidentally' stepping on Angelo's arm.
Everyone is prone to accidents. No biggie.
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A/N:- That is the first update of today. Next will be out in a while as well.
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