Sacrifices

“27” Sydney groans from behind me where she’s resting her arms on her legs and her head dropped between them. “27 times you opened that damn website since I was here," she says, slamming the computer I had opened with dozens of Roman Russo articles. I cringe rolling onto my back where I'm perched atop the bed. “What can I say to keep your friends close and your enemies closer”. She rolls her eyes at me before getting up and throwing my closet open, “I could work with this” she mumbles. I narrow my eyes at her “And what do you think you're doing ?”I ask genuinely confused.“Finding you an outfit,” she says, sparing a glance over her shoulder. “Why?” I ask, sounding as appalled as I feel. “because. '' She responds as if that answers my question while continuing to rummage through my closet occasionally throwing a sweater or two over her shoulder. “And why is that exactly” I ask. “Look,” she says, finally turning around clutching a red dress. “You've been locking yourself up in t

Casually making my way back to the balcony but opposite where I was so Elena doesn't have my exact location, I watch her. She is now by the bar downing a drink like her life depends on it. I smirk knowing how rattled I got her. Elena is soft, too soft and she likes to fit in and play tough but if I ever got my hands on her I would crush her immediately. Watching her finish that drink and then immediately order another one is when I notice the douchebag making his way toward her. Wearing a black button down shirt that looks incredibly wrinkled suggesting something he spent his night doing. He makes his way to Elena plastering his ever-so-charming smile on and starts sweet-talking to her. I can tell it's working based on the subtle grin that is on her face and she gives a quick goodbye to her friend before she lets him lead her through the crowd. Glancing down at my watch I realize if I don't leave now I will be running late to a meeting but something inside me won't allow me to

I slide into the passenger seat with full intentions to be silent and pretend this never happened the whole time. But of course, with Cas, this isn't possible. As soon as I get in the car he turns to me with a furious expression written all over his face. “What. The. Fuck. Elena” he growls sounding all the more angry than he looks. “Out of all the clubs in the city you choose Roman Fucking Russo, just begging for attention now are you?”. I return the same tone because who does he think he's talking to like that, “first of all I didn't know it was his club and secondly I don't have to beg for anything, not attention and sure as hell not from him.” I say sounding just as offended as I feel. “You think i wanted to run into him, see him or even talk to him,” i say sounding as defeated as I feel, “that man shattered me whole and left the pieces for me to clean up,” I say now shaking with anger and hurt “if you think I want anything to do with that son of bitch you are crazy he can go die i

My father blows out a puff of smoke as he continues to chuckle with Nicolis Ricci, one of his–our men. “He played that boy like a violin,” my father says, coughing out a hard laugh, and hitting his chest. Nicolis laughs too, hard and says, “You would think he'd seen it coming, Malcolm never liked that family” he chuckles leaning back in the chair–my chair.They're sitting across from me in my home office, my father came over under the pretense of wanting to talk but just instead shoved a bunch of folders of suitable women for me. He says, “I'm getting older and my good looks are running out” and that I need to find a wife, and random hookups aren't going to cut it anymore as if he stopped having random hookups when he married my mother. I ignored him as usual because none, including my father, tells me when to get stuff done. When he finally gave up he invited Nicolis and has been sitting here laughing at Caspers's situation. Being in the mafia word gets around quickly, being Casper'