45
After school ended today, we got into our cars as we headed to our parents' house. Nothing spectacular had happened at school today. I had been avoiding Santiago all day, which had worked. Rafael, Felipe and Lucia wouldn't come to our villa until this evening, where our driver would take us to the club.
When we stood in front of the gate to our villa, I leaned out briefly so that they could see that it was us and let us through. They knew our cars, but they could also be stolen. It was only when we drove through that you really saw our villa as the gates were so high you couldn't see through. The villa was more like a castle in size and was decorated in black. In general, everything inside was kept in dark tones, as black simply suited us because of the mafia. Once we were in our front yard, we parked our cars because the employees would be driving them into the garage later, so we left the keys in the car. In front of the car I adjusted my black hot pants again and pulled my gray top back into place before I ran towards the front door, together with my brothers, who were close behind me.
When we entered the villa it was completely silent, which didn't surprise me, since the employees went about their jobs quietly, my mother was often with friends or helping out in the mafia, and my father spent a lot of time in his office. In the mafia you had to do more paperwork than you thought and my father didn't trust anyone enough to do that except us and Lucia's father.
In the foyer everything was painted in dark tones and there was a large black staircase that went up to one floor where the bedrooms were. It also had a large black sofa on the side in case we had to wait for someone and there were black chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. Since there was no one here, which I hadn't expected, I walked purposefully with my brothers in the direction of my father's office.
I knocked in front of the office and heard my father's dark voice inviting us in. So I opened the door carefully because my father didn't like it when the doors were just thrown open. I guess I inherited that from him. "Hello padre, we're back" I said as we entered the room. He happily got up and came around his desk before he took me in his arms and half crushed me. After what felt like an eternity for me He finally let go of me and gave my brothers a punch. My father was completely different in front of his family and friends than he was in the mafia. He was lovable and family meant everything to him, but that was the case with all of us.
"And how are things going at boarding school?" he asked us, to which we all answered "good." Before I forget it, I rummaged through my pocket for my extra wallet, where I pulled out the money we got from collecting protection money yesterday. "Here's the money from yesterday's job," I said as I handed it to him. "Thanks, I knew I could rely on you. Were there any problems?" he said in a proud tone. how he usually spoke to us, unless we messed up or screwed up something. “There were a few small difficulties, but Cecilia quickly resolved them. I think you can send her on assignments more often, she's getting better and better and her fighting, weapon and knife techniques are also improving more and more. "She's one of the best at her level, if not the best," Federico spoke up. Since what he said was so sweet, I hugged him briefly from the side and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. He fussed through my hair, which I only responded with an annoyed snort.
"That's right, I also hear that from the teachers at the boarding school and their other trainers. Do you want more orders?" he asked. "Yes, of course, I've been training for this all my life," I said happily. "Okay, I'll give you more if you promise not to neglect school," he suggested to me. "Yes, of course, I promise you, I won't neglect school. Where's mamá?", but then I wanted to know about him. "In the living room," he answered, which is why we immediately went into the living room.
In the living room we met mamá, as padre said. She came up to us joyfully and hugged my brothers and then me. "My little baby is home again," she said joyfully and almost crushed me. Couldn't you be gentler with hugs? "Mom, I'm not a baby anymore, I'll be eighteen in a few weeks. Can you do me? Please let go, you're almost crushing me," I asked her, to which she let me go. We also talked to my mother for a bit until my father joined us. "Padre, we want to go to the club with the others later, is that okay?" I asked, since our parents were actually relaxed about it. "Yes, as long as you take at least three bodyguards with you to look after you," said he himself. "Yes, no problem, but you should behave inconspicuously and hold back, and we'll take the limousine with us. "One of the bodyguards can drive then," I replied, to which he nodded in agreement.
After I got something to eat from our cook Carolina, I went to my room, which was quite large. It contained a large king size bed in black, which stood in the middle of the room and leaned against the wall. On the opposite wall from my bed there was a huge glass front from which you could see the huge garden, where there was also a large pool. In my room there was a large desk with my laptop on it and a large dressing table. The walls were painted dark gray, with pictures of my family, friends and me hanging everywhere. Adjacent to my room was my walk-in closet, which had dark cabinets spread around the entire room and a black stool in the middle. My room also has its own bathroom, which had dark tiles on the walls and light gray tiles on the floor and contained a large black rain shower and a large black bathtub. There was also a black toilet and a large black sink, which made it complete.
I threw myself onto my bed before turning on some series on a laptop to let the time pass.
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Downstairs in the foyer I waited with the two of them for the others to arrive. With my black glittery dress and the black high heels that I bought yesterday, I made my hair wavy and a little of my eyelashes, and I touched my lips with red lipstick. The two twins went matching, with black jeans with holes, a white shirt that hugged their muscles and white sneakers.
Luckily, after a few minutes everyone arrived and we greeted each other briefly before going into the large limousine that was already waiting in the driveway and a black van behind it with two of the bodyguards sitting in it. Inside contained a kind of bar with alcohol and sweets, as well as large and long benches. "Do you want champagne?" I asked everyone around with a grin. Everyone said yes, so I filled every glass.
When we arrived at the club, we all elegantly got out of the limo, where everyone's eyes were up and down. The queue was long in front of the door, but we got through because we were VIPs and there was a special queue right next to it, which was completely empty. This always resulted in angry shouts, which we skillfully ignored. Inside I was immediately hit by the smell of alcohol and sweat, which was the disgusting side effect, but it was still an intoxicating feeling when you could feel free. We walked straight into the VIP area, which went up a flight of stairs and was sort of like an open space, only with a window facing the crowd, which allowed us to look at the others, but they had difficulty looking up at us. My brothers stayed downstairs for a moment to get us something to drink.
In the VIP area we sat down on the sofas that were spread out there. When my brothers came up, they passed out the alcohol, to which we toasted and started with a round of tequila shorts. The taste burned my throat and would quickly get me drunk if I wasn't careful with it, but you never learn to stop, so we went back for the next shot soon after.
After several rounds of shots and cocktails, Lucia and I decided to go down and dance since it was getting pretty boring. The others didn't feel like it, so we just left them upstairs alone.
On the dance floor we started dancing with each other as we put our hands in the air and started swaying our hips. The alcohol made us lose more inhibitions and dance more freely than we would otherwise. After a while Lucia started dancing, so I just danced alone. I continued to sway my hips to the beat of the music, but suddenly I felt two warm hands on my hips, burning into my skin. Since I already had a little alcohol in my blood, I fell close to him from behind while my butt rubbed against him, whereupon I felt something pressing against me more and more. While his lips went to my neck, where his hot breath began to burn on it, as well as his soft kisses on it, which raised goosebumps on my body.
After two songs, I finally became interested in who he was, so I turned around. But when I turned around, my eyes widened in shock, as did his. Apparently he didn't recognize me either.
I looked into the black eyes, which reminded me of the night and darkness. He wore a black shirt, which really emphasized his muscles, and black jeans. He was simply hot, there was no other way to describe this Adonis. "Why are you dancing at me and what are you doing here anyway?" I asked him when I dared to look him in the eyes again. An embarrassment about what I had just allowed to happen with this man in front of me , I felt inside myself. "I could ask you the same thing, but to answer your questions mi amor, I'm here because I wanted to party like you probably did too and I didn't know it was you. But what's so bad about that "I mean, you're hot and so am I, let's just have some fun," he suggested, to which I looked at him in disbelief. "Are you completely crazy now, what's wrong with you and how often, don't call me that," I hissed as he made my pulse race, in anger of course. He couldn't really mean his words!
Since he still had his hands on my hips, I quickly took a step back to stop feeling that damn warmth that his hand was causing. His hands are definitely too sweaty, maybe he should go to the doctor. "What's the problem with that, I've never done anything to you?" he asked me. He was right in a way, except for the insult during the break, but that still shouldn't be allowed. "You're just not my type ", I lied, because his appearance corresponded to my type of man, but he didn't need to know that. "You're not just lying to me, but also to you, mi amor," he said, which he was right about, but I didn't want to admit it, at least not out loud. He wanted to pull me back to him, but I pulled away "You're crazy, don't touch me," I hissed before I went back upstairs because Lucia was still dancing with the guy. I could still hear his ugly laugh behind me, he was such an ass.
Back upstairs in the VIP area, I went back to the others and sat down next to Federico, leaning on his shoulder. "Well what's up princesa, aren't you feeling well," he wanted to know. "I'm fine, but Santiago is here and he's annoying me," I said. ,,What did he do? Should I beat him up?" he asked as his body continued to tense up. "No, it's fine, he's been annoying me for a few days," I replied. "That'll be sorted out, you're just interesting right now because you're stubborn, he'll soon find a new job and then annoy her. And if not, I'm here and happy to help you keep him away from you," he said, to which I smiled gratefully at him. "Thank you, you're the best big brother anyone could ask for," I smiled him as I snuggled into his chest. I wouldn't let Santiago ruin my mood now. But I definitely shouldn't overdo the drinking, after all we had a meeting with the other mafia family tomorrow. Which made me wish I had never gone there.
