Sold to the mafia boss

Graziella and I walked out through the back and into the open space. The lawn has been completely fitted with a long table on the east side, directly facing the side of the house. The swimming pool stood out at the opposite side, a little bit aback. When my mother had asked me to come for a little family dinner, I’d expected a table with my immediate family, and Graziella possibly. What I hadn’t expected was the extended family I was probably just seeing for the first time or just having a hard time remembering them.

Apart from the others I’d met back inside, a couple are already seated at the table, waiting. A curly haired young boy, not looking any older than sixteen is seated at a chair, his face looking bored of the whole family set up, his eyes glued to the phone he was so focused pressing on.

Next to him sat a young woman that I presume could be another distant cousin, then a little boy with a differentiating blond hair. Our family has a marking brownish black hair that we all shared in common. So my guess was that he was from a half American parent.

At the long end of the table sat my father in his glorious nice suits. Next to him sat Martello and his wife, then their kids on the opposite side, next to the younger kids. My mother stood at the barbeque getting something off it, her seat empty right next to my father’s. I counted atleast five other empty seats around the table and after Graziella and I took our seats next to each other, I wondered who were the three members who wanted to make the grand entrance.

I noticed Dylano’s absence but didn’t wanna bother myself about him. He was probably the last person I wanted to see here tonight.

Just as I sat down, a woman made an entrance. I couldn’t take my eyes off her as soon as I noticed her presence in the room. She’s dressed in a slim red gown with a slit on the side of the left thigh, the chest a wide V, allowing view of her average sized breasts. Her deep brown hair is well made into heavy waves across her shoulders and back. Her face is well made in heavy make up.

She cat walks towards the table, making it impossible for anyone not to notice her. Everyone’s head is turned towards her. Her smile is big, ear to ear and I couldn’t help wonder who she was. She couldn’t possibly be a family member.

” Hello guys! ” She half giggles, flailing her long purse in the air ” I’m sorry that we came late. Traffic!”

” That’s alright my dear, we’re just getting started. Have a seat!” My mother replies her as she took her seat herself.

I watched her take the seat far away from me, her eyes scanning everyone at the table till they fell on me. Her eyes lingers on me and like we were doing some staring contest, I refused to lower my gaze. Her eyes twitches genuinely, like she knew me before. She twists her waist in a seductive manner, pushing out her butt as she tried to sit down. She finally looks away to say hi to the younger girl she’d sat next to at the opposite side, a bit closer to me.

Leaning closer to Graziella who had a glass up to her lips, I asked ” who’s she?”

Graziella snorts before replying ” that’s Daisy Patrova. Dylano’s long term girlfriend”

I could feel the disapproval and annoyance in her voice that told me Graziella didn’t like her. I didn’t blame her. Daisy was a complete opponent of rivalry who represents competition.

But Dylano’s girlfriend? This is rich. Judging from Daisy’s dress, it’s easy to guess her standards. She looked to be from a well recognized, maybe extremely rich family.

When I heard the footsteps that followed from behind me, I knew who had arrived.

Dylano.

The steps are heavy so I knew he was walking in with another person, the Fifth person missing from the table.

They walked ahead, towards the emty seats.

“Good evening lovely ladies and gentlemen” Dylano greets, throwing his smiles across the table.

I could see how every heads turned to him, welcoming him without even as much as uttering a word. Yeah, there he was, the golden son.

The man next to him who’d taken the seat next to Dylano’s girlfriend was someone I couldn’t recognize but from the look of things, he looked to be a distant family. I didn’t care. What I cared about was getting this dinner with and getting the fuck out if here.

Dylano’s eyes falls on me as he sits down next to his girlfriend, a small amused smile on his lips. I matched the smile, my eyes watching his intensively.

” Hello brother” he said.

Dylano was always known for dressing impeccably and he did himself one tonight. He even brought his girlfriend along. I thought this was supposed to be a family dinner.

“Hello Dylano” I said back, our eyes still locked.

“Nice of you to come ” he said.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

” I don’t see why not, ” I replied, my eyes moving over to his girlfriend ” besides, I think it’s a pleasant honor having to be graced with this beautiful lady seated right next to you, don’t you think?”

I could see how Daisy’s eyes went wide in shock as to me addressing her flirtatiously when I hadn’t met her before.

Everyone starts passing the food around, Dylano’s eyes still on me. Leaning on the table, I said to her ” what’s your name, beautiful?”

I could see how she hesitated, shifting uncomfortably in her seat before replying ” Daisy Patrova. Dylano’s girlfriend”

Territorial. I like that. My smile widened as my eyes fell on Dylano’s. I struck a nerve and I’m glad I did. Now let the show begin.