Ever since I moved to New York City, my life has been all about parties, research, and more parties, well let’s just say that aside from research, my life evolves around parties all thanks to Rebecca.
I wore a spaghetti string silk mini dress, it has a slit in front, the back was open and it revealed the boobs area, I wore matching red heels to go with it, I straightened my hair so it will reach my back and fall right above my breast. I applied a little bit of mascara, eyeshadow, concealer, and thick red lipstick and I took my purse."You better be ready, Rebecca," I shout while walking to her room. And as I got there I wasn’t surprised to see that she isn’t in the room, she is probably taking a shower."Rebecca, you have to get your ass ready right now." I knock on the bathroom door but there was no response. "Rebecca," I say knocking on the door again."You called my name" I hear her huskily say from behind.My jaw dropped at the sight of her, she wore a short leather skirt with a tiny top that only covered her boobs area. Her hair was curled and she had high heel boots on."One word, bitchin!" I say chuckling. She looked really hot. One thing I like the most about Rebecca is that she never gets too sad to attend a party. Even after breaking up with her so-called boyfriend, Rebecca never gets too sad."If John sees me in this I bet he’s gonna cry his way back to me.""You’re crazy." I say chuckling"I’m not, he is but whatever." She says rolling her eyes "I’ll go grab the keys, I’m driving tonight.""I hope you aren’t drunk." I say questionably"I took a bottle of beer earlier but I’m good."We got into the car and no sooner did we arrive. Rebecca parks the car and we step outside of it. We showed the security our IDs and got in.I remember the time when Rebecca and I use to go to adult clubs with fake IDs. By the way, I was totally against it but Rebecca forced me into coming with her, and thankfully we never got caught, because if we did, we would be spending the night in kid's jail or worse, be kicked out of the orphanage.When we entered the club, we went straight to the long bar, which had blue and red lighting. The club was packed with both men and women, some were already doing their thing while others were basically half-naked, dancing to the music. I turned around and looked at the dance floor, but I didn't feel like joining in on the dancing. Instead, I decided to just relax and enjoy the atmosphere.I brought out my phone to check on the update, I only came here for Richie Maranzano so I gotta know if he is coming or not."Come on, chill. Switch your fucking phone off and let’s enjoy the night." Rebecca says dragging my phone from my hand."Hey, why did you do that?""Because I can. Now stop worrying about Richie. We get it, you hate him but you don’t have to be all about him." She says; her voice quite loud presumably because she’s drunk.This is the main reason why I can’t tell Rebecca about Richie, she blabbers too much and now everyone around me knows that I hate Richie. This is great, isn’t it?"Rebecca I need my phone, it’s really important." I say"No it’s not important and I’m not going to give you the phone." She says switching my phone off"Why are you switching it off?" I grab the phone from her hand"Because I have to. Come on, you need to enjoy yourself, stop caring about Richie Maranzano, you have a life before knowing about him so just chill."She making it sound like I’m crushing on him or something like that. But seriously, Rebecca is right, I have a life aside from my mission to end Richie Maranzano. I gotta enjoy myself."I guess you’re right," I tell her"Yeah, that’s my girl." She turns to the bartender and says "Ten shots please.""Make it twenty." A deep pitch voice says from behind me. I turn to look at him, he is tall, fair in complexion, with peach plump lips, blue eyes, and blond temple fade style hair, he has a star tattoo on his wrist. He wore black leather pants a plain ash t-shirt and a black leather jacket."Sorry about that ladies, I hope you don’t mind me changing your orders.""No, we don’t." Rebecca says twirling her hair into her fingerI can see she has plans for him. "I’m Jacob." He sat on the stool next to RebeccaAs they began talking, the bartender walked up with our orders. I turned around and squint my gaze around hoping I will see Richie Maranzano but didn’t. Sighing I gulp down a shot. I turn around again, looking all over the place but no sign of him.This is getting really frustrating. I take another shot and gulp it. Before I knew it, I was down to only one shot. Right now, I feel very mad at myself. I feel like I am wasting my time, I came here to keep an eye on Richie but that bloody bastard isn’t here and I’m starting to think he isn’t gonna come.I turn to see Rebecca kissing Jacob; her tongue drools into him and I feel like throwing up.God! Someone needs a room.Jacob whispers something into her ear and she chuckles."Can we just get out of here already?" I say cutting off their little mingle. I am extremely bored, the only reason I came here in the first place was to find out more about Richie Maranzano, but now that he isn’t here, I feel like leaving."Girl, you need to chill okay, Richie is gonna be here," Rebecca says."Wait a minute, are you guys talking The Richie Maranzano," Jacob ask"Yeah so?" I groaned already annoyed with what he might be thinking, I’m sure he thinks that I have a crush on Richie."Do you-""No, I don’t" I instantly cut him off. Why do people think that way? Do I need to crush on someone before I know everything about that person?"Ohh, then why were you talking about him?" He asks"I don’t know, maybe I find him interesting but I don’t have a crush on him."Jacob looks like he is about to speak but before he could, Rebecca speaks "You wanna go have some fun?""Sure, I like fun." He smirksShe smiles, turns her gaze to me, and says "We will be somewhere around,""Sure take your time." I sayI have been writing and searching about the Maranzano family. I have gone through different techniques to get their heads cut off but they just seem to get away with every plan of mine.I call on the bartender and I and a stranger say in sync "Five shots please."He turns to look at me and smirks "I’m Matt." He introduces"What? I can’t hear you" I shout so he could hear me.He walks closer to me and whispers in my ear "I am Matt.""Nice to meet you, Matt. I’m Rachel." I introduced"Nice. You look worried Rachel, is everything okay?" He askedI sigh and nodded "I’m good, I just need some vodka" Once the bartender walked up with shots, I gulped them immediately. Nonstop."Get more" I yelled"Are you sure?" Matt asks; sounding very concerned"Yeah, I need to release the stress in my body""Two more shots," Matt says to the bartender"Five more shots" I corrected"Is it five or two?" The bartender asked"You heard the lady, five more shots"As he brought the shots I glued them in all at once. I was extremely hyped, I want to enjoy myself, enough of sad Rachel, I need to get a kick out of enjoyment. I instantly grabbed Matt’s hand and dragged him to the dance floor."Let’s dance," I say almost loading balance of myself."Are you okay?""Yeah. Just excited" I grabbed his hand as I walked to the dance floorI had no idea what I was doing, I didn’t know how to dance but I don’t care. I don’t need to know how to dance before I can dance right? I dragged Matt to the center of the dance floor and I started tweaking."Oh yeah," Matt says placing his hand on the sides of my butt.I turned around and wrapped my arms around his neck, dancing for a while before I took a slow turn and bounced back up to face him."Matt?" I ask; my vision was quite blurry probably because I gulped twenty shots."Matt, are arm feels more muscular than I remember." I say to him.I rub my eyes with the back of my hand to have a clear view of him."You smell different Matt, I like your perfume," I say unable to stand on my feet."I will take you home." He says and with that; he lifts me off the ground and carries me with one arm supporting my back and the other supporting my legs. He turns around and says something and whispers to the man next to him. "Prepara la macchina"I was tangled in the sheets and blankets, laying on my stomach with a pillow covering my head. I lifted myself up my elbow slightly, the pillow tumbled over. My eyes were squinted as the sun shine through the curtains making me groan and lay my head back on the bed. I slowly turned over to my back, my arm reaching over to rest over my eyes. As I turned around I realized I wasn’t at home. "What the fuck happened last night?" I jolt up from bed. Did I have sex with someone? I instantly checked my body and thank God, I was all dress not a single piece of my outfit is missing. I don’t remember how I got here, or what exactly happened last night, I glanced at the room and I realize I am the only one there. Immediately as I grabbed my phone I saw fifteen missed calls and five messages from Rebecca. Holy shit! I’m dead.Rebecca never calls unless it’s very necessary. I instantly got up from bed and head out of the room. I had to find my way out and when I did, I met ten bodyguards standing
Once I got home, I threw my bag on the couch and gaze at Rebecca."You didn’t get the job, did you?" She asks noticing the frown line on my forehead "I got the job, but-""Really!" She rushes to me pulling me into a hug "I can’t believe this, you got the job, oh my gosh we have to celebrate." She says with excitement, she pulls away and looks at me "You said ‘but’ at the end of the sentence. What happened?"I kept to where I stood and nodded my head "Why, did they reduce your salary?" She ask and I shook my head in disagreement "Did they tell you to take a night shift?" I shook my head again and walked over to the couch, I buried my head on the couch and screamed into it."What’s wrong babe." She asked sounding very concerned "It’s my boss," I say"Is he hot? Did he ask you to have sex with him?""No, but-" I exhale wondering what to tell her"But what?"I gulped the lump in my throat and blurted out "My boss is Richie Maranzano"She gasped as her eyes widened in shock "What!""Yeah
They say the sixteenth birthday party is the most important birthday party of a girl's life. It is joyful and memorable. Mine started joyful everyone was happy, Dad was singing I was dancing with my mom. I felt like a princess that day, in fact, I am a princess. My daddy’s little princess. Everything changed in a blink of an eye and suddenly it became an unexpected memory. It was very memorable such that it left a scar in the corner of my heart."Mom, I can’t go. I’m scared." I said sniffling between words. "You can do it, you have to." My mom said trying so hard to be brave but I can tell that she is scared. We all are. "No, I can’t, I can’t do it, Mom. I can’t leave you." Tears streamed down my face as I wiped them away. "You can and you will do it for me, for dad, and yourself." She said as I kept shaking my head disagreeing with her.She pushed me forward and waved her hands dismissively. "Go" She instructed "I can’t, I ca-" My throat felt like it was closing as I spoke each wo
It is night already which means a few minutes before the office dinner party. If it wasn’t for Rebecca and her dumb little influencing mouth, I wouldn’t have been getting ready. Goddamn! Richie didn’t even ask me to be his date, it was like a saying because he didn’t bother to hear my opinion on that.Rebecca has spent almost an hour painting my face all in the name of makeup and I’m fucking exhausted from that. "Goddamn! Becca, how long is it gonna take?" I say, groaning in annoyance "Just a few touches and we will be done." She responds I swear she has been saying that for the past thirty minutes. She applied a red lipstick on my lip and closed the tub before handing me a small mirror to look at myself. As I gaze at my reflection, the thoughts of my horrible sixteenth birthday party flashed through my eyes. That was the last time I had makeup done. I instantly dropped the mirror on the table trying so hard not to react."You don’t like the makeup?" Rebecca asks I gulped the lump
My eyes went wide as I kept to where I was sitting. I didn’t move an inch or say a word. My mind was blasting with questions. Questions like; what the hell Richie is doing? Why the heck is he doing this? Is this all part of a Mafia plan? What could they possibly want with me? When he said Rachel Green, was he referring to me? All these questions poured into my brain like a tidal wave.Richie and I don’t even know each other- well I know everything about him and I’m certainly sure that he knows nothing about me. With all my research I can tell that Richie isn’t the marriage kind of guy so why did he propose to me?I think I’m going to freak out. This is bad, this is very bad. I want to stop Richie but I don’t know how? Whenever I’m shocked, I lose myself just the way I’m losing myself right now. I feel like I’m paralyzed. My eyes were still locked on Richie’s eyes, he smiled at me and put the ring on my finger. "You make me feel complete." He whispers to me and then presses his lips on
I feel like today is going to be a great day for me. I always wanted to ruin or hurt Richie’s life either physically or emotionally and I think smashing a rejection in his face will be a small win for me. I have planned on how I will reject Richie, I am not going to do it in private, I will do it in public so everyone will know that Richie Maranzano is not every woman’s dream. Oh lord! This is going to be interesting, I can’t wait to do that. I have finished dressing up for work and was admiring myself as I apply red lipstick. "Rachel," Rebecca says walking into my room "Why are you up so early," I say looking at her through the mirror"We need to talk." "You broke up with your boyfriend didn’t you?" I asked turning back to look at her. I won’t be surprised if she did. "Not yet and it’s not even about me, it’s about you." She pointed at me "Those my lips look good?" I pout closing the lid of the lipstick."Oh wow! Is that red or nude?" She asks suddenly interested in what I’m say
"Is that what you want?" Rebecca asks through the phone as we're on a video call.A few minutes after I accepted Richie’s proposal, my phone starts to blast with calls, most were unknown numbers so I didn’t pick them up. The only call I picked up was Rebecca’s. She was beyond surprised and I am too. I didn’t expect to accept Richie’s proposal but here I am with a ring on my finger. "I don’t know, I was so confused at that moment and when I saw that evidence all I can think about is exposing Richie. And the only way I could think of is getting engaged with him." I say"I just feel like I will be able to get information and so many things about him now that I’m his fiancé." I continue "Well, you’re right on that but are you really sure about this? I just don’t want you to regret what you did.""I don’t know if I’m sure but even if I’m not sure about this, there is no going back. I have the ring on my finger and I did say yes.""That’s true. Anyways congratulations Richie Maranzino’s fi
"I want you to move in with me," Richie says "What? Why will I move with you?" I ask"Because I want you to." "Well, that’s not enough," I say. I can’t stand Richie, I hate him. If I move in with him, my life will be much worse than it already is. Acting like I don’t hate Richie and pretending everything is fine between Richie and me is killing me and if I move in with him, I might lose the little patience I have in me to tolerate him. Although this seems two ways sided, If I move in with him, it will be a great opportunity for me to get all the information I need about him and it will make it easier for me to ruin him. I don’t even think it will reach up to a month before I crush him into pieces. I will literally be his worst mistake. "I don’t want to pressure you into moving in with me but think about it, you’ve said yes and you are technically engaged to me. But it’s your choice, you can decide on whatever you want." He says "I don’t know, I’m-" I halted mid-sentence as I rethi