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THE NEXT DAY... MIRELLA :
"Follow me. The boss is already expecting you." says a member of Noah curtly and walks forward. The people here all look so dangerous and criminal. How could Dad get involved with this? How can I get involved with this?
"What's the boss like?" I ask to lighten the mood between the beefy guy and me, but that goes haywire. He completely ignores me and keeps walking. He didn't even look at me. He stopped in front of a big door stand and turn to me.
"Knock on the door and don't go in until he asks you to." He says coldly, then walks away from me again.
Is everyone like that here? I have a feeling nobody is talking here. They are all always quiet and only say what is necessary. I noticed that yesterday. Although Noah talked to the people and they did everything for him that he commanded them to do, they didn't say a single word to him and nobody looked him in the eye.
Swallowing, I look at the large door in front of me and raise my hand. There is no turning back Mirella. You have to do this !
NOAH :
I've just got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist when there's a knock on the door. A look at my phone tells me it's one minute to twelve, so it must be Siciliano's daughter.
"Come in!" I call once and straighten my hair while she slowly opens the door and her gaze falls on me. Panicked, she immediately looks down and apologizes.
"I am sorry. II didn't mean to..."
"Don't worry, come in. My people see me like this all the time. This is not a problem for me."
She nods, then enters and closes the door behind her.
"You can leave your stuff on the table." I point to the table, then reach for the folder that's on my bed.
"Sit down." My gaze wanders to her dress. Did she put that on for me? It's a lot bolder than yesterday's outfit. It suits her.
"I found out a few things, but I want to know more. Your name is Mirella Siciliano, you are 22 years old and the oldest of five children. You dropped out of school after the 8th grade... why?" I ask her and look at her. How can you be so stupid and drop out of school?
"I couldn't stand it any longer..."
"Oh yes, did the princess have to study too much? Was that too much for you? Education is important, I hope you realize that."
“I changed schools eleven times... but there were always people who didn't accept me. They beat me up and beat me up."
I know the feeling...
“You could have stayed anyway... You can achieve anything. You just have to want it."
I know what I'm talking about. Up until seven years ago I was a normal mafia member, bullied at school and beaten up by some idiots. My parents killed each other when I was little. I lived on the streets as a kid, did things I'm not proud of and yet here I am with everything I ever wanted. Power, fame and shit money.
"Here!" I push the folder over to her, which she immediately grabs.
"If I were you, I'd read it through carefully," I warn.
If she signs this, if she survives five years in this world, she's mine for five years. If she's that cowardly when it comes to bullying, I doubt she'll survive in my world.
"I'll sit here and wait for questions," I add as she takes the contract out of the folder and begins to read it.
"Why five years?" she asks softly.
"Be glad it's not ten," I reply to her question, reaching for my cigarettes. I watch her silently as I light a fag and wait for her to ask a question.
"It...it says I have to wear your logo. What is the logo ?"
I knew this question was coming.
I smile and grab her wrist. I slowly run her hand over my torso and stop at my left breast. "See the snake tattoo?" I ask her. She gently touches it with her fingers.
She has soft hands...
"It's my gang symbol and every one of my members has it. You will get it too."
It's going to hurt a little, but she's got to get through it.
"Do I really have to have it?"
"If you have it, you belong to me. That means nobody can hurt you. All gangs across America know this symbol and they know that it means great danger to them. The gangs in America are afraid of me. They know what I can do with them. That's why they mostly stay away from me and my people."
So she should get this tattoo.
"Besides, my people won't accept you if you don't have our gang crest on your skin. They call people who don't wear my tattoo undignifieds, which means inelegant or undignified. You don't want to be inelegant, do you?" I ask, letting go of her wrist.
She shakes her head slightly and then goes back to the contract.
"Is the tattoo a snake because your gang's name is Black Mamba?"
"Yes, Sherlock. Well researched!"
Why else would it be a snake?
It's quiet for a few minutes, then she grabs the pen next to her and puts it to sign, but she hesitates.
waste of time!
"Get out!" I say briefly and am about to take the contract from her when she signs it and puts down her pen. She actually signed it. I wouldn't have thought of that.
"Welcome to the Black Mamba Mafia, sweetie."
