CARINA

ONE

"How do I look Paulo?" I asked my bodyguard s***h f**k buddy. Now I don't want to hear any judgements because Paulo has a boyfriend and he only gets me off once in a while. We have an arrangement. He keeps his boyfriend and only f***s me when I need to blow off steam. It suits us both and his boyfriend doesn't mind. In fact when he found out he wanted a threesome to which I told him I would think about it but honestly I don't think I will ever agree to it. Yes I'm the Don's daughter and growing up in this world is different but that doesn't mean I'm f****d up. I'm a normal girl that likes to party and diamonds. They are a girl's best friend after all.

"Hot as f**k. What's the occasion?" Paulo asked. He's been my bodyguard for seven years now. When I was old enough Padre told me to pick a bodyguard from one of his men. Someone I could trust enough to protect me and who would never betray me. Someone I could rely on to keep my secrets. I said I didn't want any of his guys because they were loyal to him. Man you should have seen his face. He was like pissed off but at the same time proud of me. He let me hold an interview and after three long days Paulo walked in casually in jeans and a white T-shirt. He didn't treat me like most of the guys I had interviewed did. They were all like 'yes ma'am, no ma'am' and it was annoying as hell.

But Paulo just sat down and answered my questions. When I asked him how far he would go to protect me he said and I quote 'I will beat your boyfriend to a pulp if he so much as disrespects you then f**k you in front of him just to show him who's boss.' Of course I wasn't shocked by how crude he was because I had heard worse from my Padre and his men. They didn't hold back especially when they were angry or drunk. Paolo's definition of who's boss turned to be me. In the sense I could have whoever, whenever I wanted including him.

"A party Padre is throwing. Apparently I'm required to attend no questions asked. Pfft like any question I have could ever be answered honestly. Am not stupid you know" I told him.

"I know Bella. You might be spoiled rotten but you're not stupid. What you are is sizzling and am dying to rip off this excuse of material you call a dress and pound into you until you can't even stand" he said from behind me where he had wrapped his hands around my waist. When I raised my eyebrows in the mirror to his reflection he just smirked and moved his hands to caress my breasts.

"Calm little Paulo down. Now is not the time to play" I pushed his hands away and stalked to my bed to put my heels on. I had decided on a gold lace dress with appliques that covered my n*****s, crotch and ass. The rest were on display and the sheer material barely covered anything. I was brought up to use my body to the fullest and thank God it is a good body. With a tiny waist and curvy hips, I knew men drooled every time I walked in front of them. What I didn't like was how big my breasts were. The damn things wouldn't stop growing and I've changed my bra size at least thrice in the last two years alone. Granted they come in handy when I want something but come on, sometimes I just want to walk around braless.

Tonight Padre said to wear something that showed off the woman I was. So this lace dress is sinfully sexy and if that wasn't enough it has a high slit that goes way up to my thigh and my cleavage is full on show with a plunging neckline. Every time I lost confidence all I had to do was look at Paulo's crotch and see his hard. That ought to be booster enough. I opted for six inch heels that were a yellow gold color. Now let me tell you something, it's easy to walk on heels when you're a model and weigh like sixty to sixty five kilos. But when you're well endowed like me (naturally of course) it takes finesse to not trip and fall on your face.

Walking out of my bedroom I head down to where the party has already begun with Paulo behind me. The moment I come into sight half the room turns to and just stare open mouthed. The rest gasp and ogle and drool. My eyes scan the room and the moment they land on Padre's we lock eyes. He nods slightly giving me his approval and goes back to talking to the man next to him. I would like to lie to you and tell you that I know half the people here but am not good with people thus I barely pay attention to them. Besides people in the mafia business die frequently and are replaced by new face everyday so why bother learning their names or who they are?

I walk straight to the bar and order something fruity. I like sugary things cakes being on the top of my list. If I even hear wind of you saying 'it's no wonder her boobs are falling out' or anything snarky then so help me God I will hunt you down and pour salt down your v****a. Trust me that s**t hurts like hell and wouldn't wish it upon my enemies unless of course they are bad mouthing me behind my back. The guy behind the bar hands me my drink and I turn around to watch people while sipping on the sweet drink.

"3 o'clock" Paulo tells me discreetly. He always warns me when guys approach me so that I can scope them out before they get near me. If I don't like what I see, I walk to the other direction.

"Nah. Too cocky. Get rid of him" The guy that was approaching me was blond and I would guess his height to be five six or seven. Cute but his smirk told me that girls love him which is exactly why he thought I would totally like him. Wrong.

"I don't know how many I can get rid off before they get to you. Mari that dress is driving every man here crazy"

"Well tell them to go f**k themselves. Am not interested" typical. Show a little cleavage and every man thinks they have a right to shove their d***s in you. Like excuse me. Sometimes I just wear sexy clothes for myself and not you. Give me a break here Neanderthals.

"This is going to be a long night." Paulo sighs and I actually feel sorry for him for like a second. I pay him to protect me so really he's just doing his job.

Half an hour later and I decide to move because I can see an i***t that Paulo didn't see. He's a little bit older than me say thirty five or maybe fifty five judging by his big stomach and stocky build. I immediately recognize him as one of those men who prey on innocent girls and I seriously am in no mood to deal with his likes. Unless it's to punch him but Padre said to behave so I'll be nice and walk away. In my haste to get away from that pervert, I bump into someone and their drink ends up all over my cleavage. I can feel it going down to my thong and thanks to my light outfit dripping all the way down to my show.

"Are you blind?" I ask before I even look up and when I get no answer I raise my head. In front of me is a man who I would consider handsome any other day but not today. He has this dark look about him but then again you can't be a pretty face and survive in the mafia. His hair is dark and a few locks lay on his forehead softening his face a little. His face shows no emotion and it's a little unnerving but I don't give a s**t. This fucktard just spilled his drink all over me and now I have to change.

"Excuse me?" he asks and his voice is so deep and throaty. I will admit it's sexy. But that's all you get.

"Are you blind and deaf? Didn't you see me in front of you?" His calm demeanor is starting to piss me off a great deal.

"Lady didn't you see me?"

"f**k you. I didn't spill any drinks on you. Besides if you knew what's best for you, you wouldn't talk to me like that." Argh still not fazed.

"And who are you?"

"Asshole. I don't have time for this. Move out of my way before I decide I've had enough and break your ugly nose" I push him aside and surprisingly he moves but two more guys who look like his bodyguards move towards me. "Gentlemen you so much as lay a finger on me and I will feed you your balls for dinner. Who's first?" I ask them with a cold voice that makes their steps falter. They look to their boss behind me and he must have told them not to do anything because they step aside and let me pass. "That's more like it. Good doggies" I coo and they clench their jaws but say nothing.

Running upstairs I quickly rip off my dress and take the red backless silk dress that was my back up. Here's the thing. I don't just settle on one dress when I have places to go. I found out that sometimes when I wake up in the morning, the dress I picked out isn't as pretty as it was or I don't feel like wearing it. Hence the back ups. This red number has a halter neck and settles on my curves in a soft bust sexy way. It's more tame than the gold one but maybe it was for the best. Aside from the bareback there's nothing special about it. Unless you count how much it's worth.

When I get back to the party I immediately spot Paulo who visibly sighs in relief after seeing me. He raises his eyebrow in question to my outfit change but I just shake my head. I look to my left and I see Padre who motions for me to join him. He's sitting on a chair in the corner and next to him is a small coffee table with an ashtray on top. There is another chair on the other side of the table but instead of sitting on it I plop down on his lap.

"Did you change your dress?" he asks even though I can tell he doesn't really care for the answer.

"Yeah some i***t spilled his drink on me. Seriously why can't you throw these parties elsewhere? 

"Because this is my house and I can do whatever the f**k I want." he replies casually. Seriously he can be so annoying at times. It's my house and he doesn't see me throwing parties now. Does he?

"Fair enough. I wanted to ask..... "

"Mr Lombardi. Evening" a voice cuts me off and I grit my teeth. Mostly because I don't like to be interrupted but also because I know that voice.

"Private conversation here. Wait for your turn" I say without looking back.

"Now Marianna that's no way to treat our guests." Padre tells me then turns to the intruder "Ignore her and sit Mr De Luca. We have much to discuss" the guy takes the other seat and I huff wishing I had sat on it so that he wouldn't have had the nerve to interrupt us.

"Have you met my daughter? Marianna meet Stefano De Luca. De Luca my daughter Marianna." Padre introduces us and I just look at the hand that is stretched in front of me like it's a grenade. "Marianna" Padre warns but I don't care.

"He ruined my dress Padre. I don't have to be nice to him" I stand up and head to the kitchen. I need me something sweet to get rid of the sour taste in my mouth. "Gianna cake please. Preferably chocolate"

"Who is it now Mari" Gianna asks knowing if I want cake it's because someone had pissed me off. 

"Some shithead. But don't worry I didn't punch him." I told her and as an afterthought added "yet". She just rolls her eyes and gets me a plate with my favorite cake on it. It doesn't take long for me to wipe the plate clean.

I decide to go back to the party and ignore that i***t De Luca. He might do business with Padre but that doesn't mean I have to be nice to him. Actually I don't have to play nice with anyone. That's why I rarely attend the parties Padre throws for his associates. They are vulgar and bold. Anytime I see one of these men grab Gianna's or any other girl's asses and act like its normal, I usually lose it and punch them. This is not a strip club. Hell even the girls in strip clubs don't like it when people grab them without consenting. I might be a b***h but even I understand the concept of consent. Unfortunately most of the people surrounding me understand nothing. I doubt they know anything past drugs and killing.

That's why my fist is pounding into one of these fuckers. He approached me and I told him to go screw himself but instead of just going he made a move to grab me. So I just took all my anger and frustration out on him. A hand grabs me by my waist and pulls me off him. I kick him in the face one last time just to get my point out there. Honestly I didn't have to create a scene but I just wanted someone to take out my anger on. Believe me I have issues you wouldn't begin to imagine but hey so long as I find an outlet then I'll be okay.

"Good job Mari. Maybe next time break his nose or knock off his teeth. Yes?" Paulo says in my ear and I tuck my anger in the deep recess of my mind.

"Sure. Now can you please unhand me?" he let's me go and while I straighten my dress I see Padre approaching me with that De Luca moron. God help me if he says something I don't like he'll be next.

"Marianna what did I say about creating a scene?" Padre asks in a cold tone.

"I kind of forgot. Maybe next time I'll write it down and walk around with the paper" I retort not caring that he's angry.

"I have business in America so while am there you will stay with De Luca. Maybe he can teach you a few lessons" he says then walks away. f**k me. I glare at the imbecile and he has a smirk plastered on his lips. Man do I want to rearrange his face. But Paulo is still holding me back so instead I storm off to my room. He's going to pay.

All of them.

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Point to note Marianna has a lot of unchecked anger. She's going to be fun and sexy and super bitchy. Let's see how De Luca will handle her.

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