HELLO S*XY MAFIA

CHAPTER 2 {..HELLO SEXY MAFIA..}

The water was still in my lungs.

I stood in the guest wing bathroom, dripping on the marble, watching my mascara carve black rivers down my face. The black bridesmaid dress was a drowned heap on the floor.

Vanessa’s “Oops” still rang in my ears. I could still see the image of Justin turning his back on me.

I was supposed to break and cry at the same time but scrap that crap.

I didn’t.

I stepped into the shower and turned it on. I Washed my face and removed the make up.

Under the dripping water, my mind was drafting how I’d destroy all my enemies and make them pay.

My jaw ached ,I’d been grinding my teeth since the pool.

After showering I walked out in a towel and put on my nightgown.

I lay on the bed and my head faced the ceiling then I Smirked.

Tomorrow the game begins.

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THE NEXT DAY

I stood at the door ,Listening to Justin and Vanessa.

Vanessa was fixing Justin’s tie. “Babe, you look so hot right now,” she said, smiling. Justin smirked.

“Of course I’m hot. Why wouldn’t I be?” His eyes shone with nothing but arrogance.

Vanessa finished and checked herself in the mirror. It was the sixth time she checked herself.

“You look beautiful. Can you stop looking at yourself? ” Justin said.

Vanessa pouted, facing him. “Am I more beautiful than that ugly Lisa, right?”

“Wait, do you even have to compare yourself with her? Babe, you are ten times more beautiful than that frog.”

Vanessa kissed him. “You’re the best.”

They never knew I was listening. I could hear their breaths.

Their conversation made me scoff. "A frog? Me?

You know what? Let them think I am; I'll make sure I get the last laugh.

"Cute."

_[GYM – 4PM]_

I hit the punching bag until my knuckles bled through the tape.

Six months ago I sold the diamond studs Justin gave me and bought kickboxing lessons. He said women who hit things don’t get houses. Jokes on him.

I came here when the rage got too loud.

Some people were laughing at me because of the trending video of me falling in the pool. Some were even pointing at me.

Let them laugh , Laughter means views. Views mean witnesses.

Witnesses mean everyone will see the fall.

I'll make sure to make their fall sweeter than orange juice.

I toweled off, yanked on leather ,jacket, pants, and boots and shoved on my shades. All black and All armor.

I was done being invisible.

[GYM PARKING LOT]

My bike was Matte black. I felt so Illegal.

it Paid for me to sell the diamond earrings Justin gave me when he was playing saint. The ones I never wore.

Just then I heard ringing, and guess who it was from.

My mother-in-law, I saved her as EVIL-DEMON, but only because Stonia saved me as trashalisa.

She clicked green, and her voice sounded. "Listen here, you useless excuse of a nobody, get your a-ss here right now , Cyrus hates latecomers!!!"

"Affirmative... Mother-in-law." I spoke dragging the words.

I swung my leg over. The engine roared, drowning out the whispers from the gym door.

I wasn’t allowed in family cars.

but since This wasn’t a family asset and was mine I was able to drive around.

the wind tore my hair loose. For ten seconds, I drove reckless and felt free.

Then a Rolls-Royce ran the stop sign and nearly took my front wheel off.

I braked so hard.

The Rolls stopped dead.

I was off the bike before I could think. Rage was better than humiliation. Rage had teeth.

The driver jumped out, pale. “Ma’am, I—I’m so sorry I didn’t—”

“You what?” I snapped, yanking my shades down just enough to glare at him over the rims. “You didn’t see me at all because you were too busy kissing your boss’s ass?”

“I—I can give you money if you—” He fumbled for his wallet.

I laughed. It wasn’t nice. “You think I can be bought?”

I diverted my eyes to the car. All I could see was a shadow through the black windows.

Who the fuck was inside?

I swear, whoever it was, they were staring at my soul.

I clicked my tongue, shot that useless driver a look that could gut him, and swung back onto my bike.

I might be tagged as useless, but I’m not as useless as he is.

_[KING FAMILY MANSION – DINING ROOM]_

I walked in without knocking.

I felt a different aura, so I headed to the dining room. There they were. Sitting. Eating.

The room went dead silent.

Stonia’s fork froze in mid-air. Justin’s smirk died. Vanessa choked on her food.

For two years I’d worn apologies. Silence.

They were used to flip-flops and a cheap dress.

Not today.

My shades hid my eyes, but not my smirk.

“Do you know what time it is?!” Stonia recovered first. “You useless—”

I walked past her. Past Justin like he was a chair. Past Vanessa, like she was a stain I’d already cleaned.

I stopped beside him.

Cyrus.

I could smell the danger. They don’t lie when they say his aura carries dominance.

“My name is Lisa Armando,” I said. Clear. Loud. My hand out.

“How DARE you ignore my mother!” Justin slammed the table. “Greet your HUSBAND first!”

Stonia’s fork flew. The witch aimed for my eye.

I caught it. Left hand. Didn’t flinch. Didn’t look. Her gaze was focused on Cyrus.

The room gasped.

Slowly, Cyrus stood.

He turned. Finally.

His eyes held nothing but darkness. His cold expression met my bitchy one.

I dropped the fork on the table.

Pulled my shades off. Slow. One inch at a time.

My hand was still out.

He studied it. Then me. Something cruel and pleased curled his mouth.

He took it.

Our handshake wasn’t polite. It was a merger. Two empires, signed in blood

.

“Cyrus King,” he said. His voice was frosty.

Everyone was shocked, because Cyrus never obeys.

I leaned in. Close enough to smell his aura and Tom Ford. Low enough that only the devil and him could hear me:

“Well, hello… sexy mafia.”

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