DAY 8

"Open the door, sleepy head" Gianna yelled, banging on my door. "Go awayyyy" I called back, draping the covers over my head. (Can I not sleep in peace)

"Open up Chica. You know I could tell Martinez to break this door" she suggested, making me yank the covers off my body.

Groaning when the sun almost blinded me, I got off the bed. "Martinez this, Martinez that, I wish you were dating a skinny ass guy" I muttered to myself, as I opened the door.

"I heard you chica." Gianna tutted, pointing her finger at me. "Ohhh I'm so scared" I cried, rolling my eyes.

"You're so dramatic, it's 12:30 already chica." She chuckled, walking past me and into my room. "It's still too early to get up" I whined, walking into the bathroom.

"Ugh" I said to my reflection in the mirror. "How come those women In movies, get perfect bed hair and I don't?" I whispered to myself.

Rinsing my mouth, I packed my hair in a bun and walked back into my room. "Hurry your ass up Mel, we are going shopping." Gianna grinned,clapping her hands together.

"Shopping?" I asked, wondering when we made such plans. "Yes shopping, we have a lot to do today" she explained, walking into my closet.

"We do?" I asked myself. Walking into my closet, I saw Gianna searching frantically for something. "Where do you keep your skirts?" Gianna asked, not raising her head up.

"Uhhh I don't have any?" I answered. "What, you don't have skirts? We really do need to shop then." She concluded, picking a skinny jean and a yellow halter top.

"What's going on today?" I asked, as I grabbed the clothes from Gianna. "Ohh right. Martinez got to talk to Rocco. He convinced him to invite all the old customers for a dinner party, including Roberto" she explained, and immediately my frown turned into a grin.

"Oh wow, that was quick. That's good news." I said, staring at her. "I know right. Plus Giovanni is going to be there." She added, wiggling her lashes at me.

"Uhhh, who's Giovanni?" I asked, raising my brows. "Giovanni De Luca. I thought you had sex with him." She asked walking out of the closet.

"Ohh so that's his name" I muttered, (he's not so mysterious then) getting out of my nightwear, I changed into the fresh clothes Gianna picked.

"That doesn't explain why we're going shopping though." I said, walking into the bedroom. "Here for your lips. We need dresses for tonight Tesoro." She explained, passing me a lip gloss.

"Thanks." I smiled sheepishly at her, before applying the lipgloss. "Hurry, Martinez is Waiting" She tutted, walking to the door.

"Ugh, must we go with him?" I asked, whining at the fact that I have to ride with Martinez again. "Yes we do. You both have to get along, for my sake" she argued, dragging me to the parking lot.

"No we don't, he's like a walking wall. The longest he has spoken to me,is like what? Three words" I frowned, and she giggled.

"Oh shush, you guys will get along just fine. And Lucas is coming with us" she added, "as if that makes me feel better" I groaned.

"What's wrong with Lucas?" She asked, as we waited for Martinez's car. "Well he's way too talkative and clingy" I explained, scrunching up my nose as I remembered yesterday.

"Oh my gosh Mel, you don't like Martinez because he doesn't talk and you don't like Lucas because he talks? You're confusing" Gianna screeched, slapping her forehead.

"Heyyy, it's not my fault that I'm a very complicated person" I shrugged. "Hey baby" Gianna cooed, as She entered the passenger seat of Martinez's car.

"Hey guys" I greeted, sitting beside Lucas in the back seat. Martinez groaned, turning to look at Gianna with a glare. "Whattt? If I said she was coming with me you wouldn't agree to drive us" Gianna exclaimed, smiling sheepishly at him.

"Oh wow, it's nice to know you really hate my guts" I said to Martinez, rolling my eyes and turning to look at Lucas. (Big mistake)

I found him staring at me like a total creep. "Uhhh__how's it goin Lucas?" I asked, (really Mel?) "I'm great, now that you're here. Marti is not really good company" he said, with his boyish grin.

"I can agree with you on that one" I agreed, earning a middle finger from Martinez. "So, do you have a date for tonight?" Lucas blurted out.

"A date? We need dates G?" I asked Gianna, glaring at her for putting me in this situation. "Uhh it's not really necessary, but yeah" she said, turning on the radio.

"Ohhh, well I guess I'd do just great without one then" I said to Lucas, and immediately his grin fell. (Rude, I know). But in my defense, I had to do that.

I don't need a guy in my life right now, especially Lucas. Don't get me wrong, he's not ugly. He's okay in that department, but he's just not my type.

Throughout the ride, Lucas didn't say a word to me. I kept my self busy with the solitaire game on my phone, while he kept looking out the window with a frown on his face. (I guess he's not used to being turned down)

"Okay baby, we'll meet you guys at the cafe later." Gianna said, pecking Martinez on the lips as we got out of his car. I didn't bother saying anything to the both of them, I don't think they wanted me to say anything either.

"Are you upset?" Gianna asked me as we walked into a dress store. Ignoring her, I walked through an aisle filled with pink dresses (I think I'll buy a black dress instead)

"Come on Mel, don't ignore me." Gianna whined, grabbing the black dress I was holding and tucking it behind her.

"I'm not ignoring you G, I'm just so irritated right now" I sighed, checking the racks filled with black dresses.

"Oh Mel, I'm so sorry for putting you in an uncomfortable place." She apologized, pulling me into a hug. "It's fine" I shrugged, breaking the hug.

"You sure?" She asked, staring at me warily. "Yes I am G. Now let's find ourselves dresses" I suggested, continuing my check for dresses.

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"I'm starving" Gianna groaned, patting her stomach. As if on cue, my stomach grumbled making us laugh.

"Where's the cafe?" I asked her, as we walked out of the mall holding our shopping bags. "Ehhh around the corner" she replied, looking around.

After getting our dresses, Gianna made sure I got expensive new skirts, and some heels. Normally I would refuse because of the price, but I think I'm okay financially at the moment.

"Ahahhh there it is" She squeaked, hurriedly walking towards a small cute cafe at the other side of the road. "Hey wait up" I called after her.

"Hiiii" Gianna greeted, sitting beside Martinez leaving the seat beside Lucas for me (great). "Hey" I grunted, sitting down.

"Uhh what would you guys have? I'll go get it" Lucas offered, standing up. (Ahh he doesn't want to sit with me)

"Ehhh, I would like a cup of hot chocolate, and a veggie burger please." Gianna said with a smile, making Lucas turn to me raising his brows.

"Uhhh__i would like a machiatto, and chicken wings" I gave him a tight-lipped smile, and he walked off.

"Well that was weird" Gianna muttered, chuckling slightly. "Yup" I agreed, with a nod.

"Le hai parlato del piano di stasera, amore?" Martinez asked, breaking the silence. (Have you told her about tonight's plan, love?)

"Uhhh, Non ancora, non posso farlo. diglielo tu." Gianna grumbled, looking down at her hands. (Uhhh, Not yet, I can't do it. You tell her)

"Davvero Gianna, la sopporto a malapena. Come ti aspetti che glielo dica?" Martinez said, gaping at her. (Really Gianna, I can barely stand her. How do you expect me to tell her.)

"Vuoi che mi uccida?" Gianna spat, glaring at her boyfriend. (Do you want her to murder me?)

"Geez I'm right here guys" I said, shaking my hands.

"We know" Martinez grumbled. "You do? Then you both can stop behaving like kids and tell me" I spat, glaring at them.

"Non possiamo far confessare Roberto, se non abbiamo supporto. Per questo, abbiamo bisogno del tuo aiuto Mel." Gianna started, (We can't get Roberto to confess, if we don't have support. For that, we need your help Mel.)

"Uhh__ my help? What can I do to help?" I asked. "Abbiamo bisogno che tu chieda aiuto a De Luca. È potente e abbiamo bisogno di lui dalla nostra parte se abbiamo a che fare con uno come Roberto. Non possiamo chiedere aiuto a Rocco, vero?" Martinez continued her explanation. (We need you to ask De Luca for help. He is powerful, and we need him on our side if we're dealing with someone like Roberto. We can't ask Rocco for help can we?)

"It's either that, or we forget this plan." Gianna completed. "Who exactly is Roberto?" I asked, raising my brows.

"Roberto è il figlio di Andre Castro. Il Don Della Mafia Castro. Parte della mafia italiana. De Luca controlla l'altra metà." Martinez explained, making me gasp. (Roberto is the son of Andre Castro. The Don Of the Castro mafia. Part of the Italy mafia. De Luca controls the other half.)

"Mafia? Wow they sound dangerous" I whispered.

"They are dangerous Tesoro." Gianna corrected, resting her hands on the table.

"Ummm___how do I get De Luca to help?" I asked, wondering how they expect me to do that. "La sera che hai avuto una sessione privata con Deluca, l'ho sentito dire a Rocco che è interessato a te." Martinez whispered, scrunching up his face as if the thought of someone liking me is sickening. (The night you had a private session with Deluca, I overheard him telling Rocco he is interested in you.)

"Ohh stop making that face. And what should I do with this information Martinez?" I hissed, glaring at him.

"La smettete voi due? Come stava dicendo, puoi parlargli stasera. Potrebbe aiutare. Devi provare Mel, questa è la nostra unica possibilità." Gianna pleaded, both of them staring at me. (Will you two quit it? As he was saying, you can talk to him tonight. He might help. You have to try Mel, this is our only chance.)

I thought about it. I guess we can talk, it can't be that hard right? "Fine. I will do it" I agreed, and Gianna grinned at me.

"Thank you so much Tesoro" Gianna squealed, grabbing my hands on the table. "Una tale regina del dramma" Martinez grunted. (Such a drama queen)

"Oh shut up Marti" I smirked, as he shot me a glare. (Cute) "Sorry I took long, some customers were arguing" Lucas breathed as he got to the table with our food.

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"Ouuu we look delicious" Gianna gushed, as we stared at our reflections in the mirror. "I know right. We look so hot" I agreed, twirling in my dress.

We got to the club after hours at the mall. Immediately Gianna suggested we start getting ready for the dinner night.

She did my makeup and hair, and she did hers after. After hours of applying makeup and torturing my hair with the curling iron, we were finally ready.

I straightened the lines on my beautiful black dinner dress, admiring how it hugs my curves like a second skin. The dress is very revealing and elegant in a special way.

It is a long dress with straps, on the shoulders. It also has a long v line in the middle of my breasts, showing my cleavage.

Gianna has on, a navy blue mini gown. It hugs her figure and enhances her curves. "Come on, let's go" she urged, walking out of my room.

"Wish me good luck." I muttered as we stood outside the door of the club. "Good luck chica" she said, quickly hugging me before opening the door.

We strutted into the room filled with men and women in flashy dresses and tuxedo. My eyes looked around the club, looking for a particular tanned beauty.

"Bingo" I said to myself, as I found Giovanni talking with some men. My stomach fell when I saw who he was with, Tiffany pressed her body close to him.

Hissing, I walked towards the bar to get a drink or two. (If I'm surviving this night, I need alcohol in my system) "what can I get you blacbarbie?" Angelo the bartender asked, with a grin.

"Ehh I'll have a Margarita " I ordered, giving him a small smile. "Coming right up" he said, mixing my drink. "Thanks Angelo" I said, collecting my drink.

Taking a sip, i relaxed immediately. "You look like you could use a good time" an unfamiliar voice said beside me. "I don't think so" I huffed, looking at the brown eyed man beside me.

"Ahhh, Feisty e bello, mi piace." He smirked, eyeing me up and down. (Feisty and beautiful, I like it.)

"Thanks for the compliment" I rolled my eyes, taking a sip from my drink. "You're Italian?" He asked stupidly.

"Isn't that obvious?" I answered.

"Non lo guardi. Io sono Roberto Castro e tu?" He asked, and immediately I turned my attention to him. (You don't look it. I'm Roberto Castro, and you are?)

"You're Roberto?" I asked, my hands forming a fist under the table. "Ahh yes I am. Have we met or have we had anything sexual together?" He smirked, raising a brow. (Eww gross)

"No no. I'm Melanin. I've heard about you" I said, flashing him a seductive smile. "Sono molto popolare, quindi non sono sorpreso." He bragged,(I'm very popular, so I'm not surprised.)

"Ahh I can imagine." I said, my smile still intact. (If only you knew where I heard of you, bastard) "so what is a woman like you doing here?" He asked, gesturing for Angelo with his fingers.

"A woman like me?" I asked. "Sì, questo non sembra il tuo tipo di posto in cui stare. Sembravi così, fuori posto." He said, with a laugh. (Yes, this doesn't look like your type of place to be in. You looked so, out of place.)

"Ohh? I think I belong here though. Maybe you're just bad at figuring people out" I grinned, (what a douche)

"Maybe I am." He shrugged, turning to order his drink. "Roberto, posso prestarmela un attimo?" A very familiar deep voice said from behind me. (Roberto, can I borrow her?)

"Penso che possa parlare da sola Deluca. E lei non è una cosa che puoi prendere in prestito." Roberto growled, turning to face Giovanni. (I think she can speak for herself Deluca. And she's not a thing you can borrow.)

"Ahhh,Ora sei un gentiluomo a causa della figa?" He chuckled darkly, hovering over Roberto. (You're now a gentleman because of pussy?)

"Attento alla tua bocca Deluca" Roberto warned, his face turning red. (Watch your mouth Deluca)

"Oppure puoi levarmi dal cazzo di faccia e lasciarmi andare con la donna" Giovanni said in a low voice. (Or you can get the fuck out of my face, and let me leave with the woman)

"Fuck You Deluca" Roberto said, walking away from us. "You're so mean" I commented, chuckling at Roberto.

"You looked like you needed help" he said, sitting beside me where Roberto was before. "Talking about help, I do need your help" I said, gulping the rest of my drink down my throat and grabbing his hand....

I THINK MARTINEZ IS CUTE LOL😂...

ROBERTO AND TIFFANY IS A MATCH MADE FROM HELL DON'T YOU THINK?

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