"Who told you to lay on my bed little girl?" I heard a deep comanding voice said from the door. 

"Well you were not here and it's not customary to keep your guests waiting so I decided to make myself comfortable" I responded with a smirk.

"So you think this is funny or acceptable?" He said with his voice clearly annoyed and irritated.

"Are you irritated your highness?" 

"I see you are mocking me again"

"Non-sense, I am just addressing you with respect in regards to your position in this household"

"What are you playing at little girl?"

"The same little girl you had dressed in this lingerie to look sexy for you so you can get a hard on and push your cock inside of?"

"Fair point" He said as he threw his head back laughing.

I didn't see what was funny so I couldn't join in with him.

"Are you a virgin ummm......what's your name again?? Vogue?" He said with a smirk. It was his turn to be saucy. So he think he is cute eh? Well let's see about that.

"Your close, it's Voshé" I said with a smile.

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A very angry and mostly evil italian who was paid to get rid of a family, and sucessfully did so, inherited alot of riches and began to involve himself with his father's dark mafia business. His name was Lorenzio Francesco Rossio. Everyone saw him as a heartless greek god who seems to be immortal.

There must be something that even the devil is afraid of........

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Voshéllisa is a suicidal girl whose family was killed by the instruction of the former papa Lorenzio Snr. She was raised in a training home. The girl had a darkness looming over her from the moment she felt as though she lost everything, but what happens when you put two darkness together??

Isnt two negatives suppose to make a positive??

But can these negatives really make a positive??

TAINTED

"Some times, some situations are best handled by not handling them at all. Just allow the course of destiny to run it's term!" 


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After Teo had left, I felt a surge of different emotions dawning onto me. I was angry, confused, torn, heated and most of all very bothered. He came and as usual swept me off my feet that I had just about almost forgotten that I didn't trust him or anyone else for that matter. 


To say I was disappointed with myself was the least, but as far as innocence goes, I was sure that he didn't suspect me knowing anything at all. 


It was also very suspicious that he was not in the least curious about my calmness to the entire situation. He, himself was also quite on the relaxed side when it came on to a missing Mafia Boss. 


16| LOSING CONTROL