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Few weeks had passed, and tomorrow would be the so called Bethany's wedding.
I was going to celebrate the man I had loved getting married to some b***h.
Still found myself sitting at a bar inside a hotel on the east side where I had a booked hotel room,and have been staying here for these past few weeks since nobody wanted me back home, and I didn't want to go back either.
Though, I would need to go back home before midnight since my father wanted everybody present during the wedding ceremony.
I wanted to drink for the night since I wouldn't be allowed to drink at the wedding reception since the women in the family are only allowed to drink non-alcoholic drinks, or unless their husbands approve of them drinking. f*****g hell.
"You're trying to drink yourself to death and it's not even morning," Danny a made man in the Syndicate, said while sliding in the chair beside me his dark skin a constrat to the bar lights.
From others perspective, him talking to me would be seen as a grave mistake. As a low-ranking soldier,associating with the daughter of a notorious mafia lawyer is very dangerous.
Whatever they say Danny has been my friend since we had grown up together, our families used to be close friends.
"Well Danny boy what do you suggest I do?" I asked, taking my fifth glass of whiskey.
With my high alcohol tolerance, getting drunk was a rather difficult task, since I have been drinking alcohol since, I was twelve.
Danny watched me from the seat he took beside me. "You drinking like a man from the Syndicate"
I laughed at his comment. Men in the Syndicate always have something to say about how a woman should act, usually insisting she shouldn't act like a man.
Franco called the bartender and ordered something lighter, a Coke.
" Aren't you supposed be with the rest of your family, helping Daniella with decorations or Bethany with her wedding dress and makeup? Or shouldn't you be at the bachelorette party?" he asked, taking a sip from his drink.
His question might have seemed too personal, but he's a family friend I've known since childhood, and we're close, being about the same age.
"My mom, Daniella and Bethany and all have their handsfull. She won't miss me."
"Her friends? Aren't they models the ones on the cover of Vogue?"he asked, his voice dripping with amusement and mischief.
"Good yes Danny, all of them are her bridesmaids. There are five in total," I groaned out, then requested my sixth drink from the bartender, who couldn't deny me. I was still feeling myself.
"Well then Lina baby, do you mind getting me their handles I-"
I cut him off. "Absolutely not they are stuck up bitches, and I don't even wanna start asking for their handles-urgggghh_I'm tired Dandan." the nickname slipped out.
Daniella and Bethany model friends would unfortunately be there as much as I don't want them to be.
"Well you can try but don't say I didn't warn you when the whole Syndicate start hearing of your endeavors with them. I don't definitely know s**t" I mumbled, glaring at my drink.
"Hmm." Danny finally seemed to give up on the idea of hooking up with one of the bitches.
"But shouldn't you be happy that the Don is getting married? I mean you guys where close," he said, sounding more excited than me.
"Hmm" I hummed, not saying anything it's better that way. I don't think Leoandros will ever feel that way with me he's too different. Of all people I know Bethany and even Daniella had an eye for him. I just didn't think he would also return the feelings.
"Everyone is buzzing, finally the Don is settling-" He was cut off mid-sentence as his phone rang.
He took out the phone and glanced at the caller, he finished his coke, said goodbye, and left the bar, asseemed to be an important call.
As I sat all alone again, it dawned on me I didn't want tomorrow to arrive.
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