Alessandra

I had grown accustomed to waking up to the sound of violence, bickering men and the distant smell of blood. But not today.

When I woke up, my new home was a quiet as a church mouse. It was like I had managed to find myself in a second heaven. Which in effect, only worsened my wrecking nerves rather than suppressing them.

And even though the mansion was dead quiet, it still screamed danger, guns and violence. Every mafia mansion did.

Untangling my legs from the silk bed sheets, I take time looking at the room I'm in. Almost everything in here was black. The ceiling was a light shade of black-with small golden streaks dancing on the skirting of the wall. The bed sheets were black. Everything in general was in black, but with small complex designs that made the room simple but elegant.

The only source of light came from the open window. The sun's rays piercing through the room as if searching out a sinner in this black hole.

Getting up, I soon realise that I'm still in my wedding dress. A hideous one at that. The lace part of the ballgown dress was all crumpled up. The unfashionable ribbon that had been tied around my waist dangled for dear life. I looked exactly like a bridezilla. Whoever put me to bed-I'm guessing Lorenzo. Did not care enough to take of my nude heels. I look like I've been ravished in and out by a tornado.

Reaching the door, I pull it open but it does not budge.

Great.

Not only do I look like a raccoon, I'm being treated like a prisoner.

Walking across the room to the window, daring to look down. I find myself right on the top floor.

With nowhere to go, no bathroom to wash and no clock or watch to tell the time, I flop on the floor and rest my head on the side of the dresser. Urging and yearning myself to sleep. When I'm halfway there, the door bursts open revealing a petite figure that I don't seem to recognise.

But who in this house would I recognise anyway?

Pushing myself off the floor, I will my eyes to focus on the approaching figure. A blonde girl in a maids outfit.

"Hey." I greet too tired to check whether my voice sounded inviting or not.

"Alessandra." She replies in a thick Spanish accent.

"I've heard so much about you. But nevermind the pleasantries-they are coming and you must be ready."

"Who exactly is coming?" I ask fidgeting, my heels becoming the most interesting thing in here.

"[No sabes?] Don't you know? The Italians and Spanish mafia are all meeting today. For you and your sister, errhh...Mia?"

And it was at that moment I remembered Lorenzo's departing sentence. 'We will discuss the terms of your marriage tomorrow.'

"Okay?" I answer skeptically.

The maid girl moves across to the window and widens the curtains.

"I'm Bonita, but most people call me Bonnie..." Is all I hear as I dash out of the room.

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So like, my cat is pregnant and I thought she was a boy but she's not but anyway-what do you guys think of Alessandra so far? And first official chapter down, yeah hoe! Till next week ma ladies and dames.

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Buss down Thotiana!