The Stubborn One

Episode 6

I was awoken with the sound of the pilot speaking through the speakers informing me about the landing in 10 minutes.

I can’t believe I slept through the whole flight, I guess staying up watching movies and laughing with the girls last night and then getting drunk the night before that slightly tired me out.

As the plane started to slowly but surely go down it started to actually hit me how I’m in a strange country and will be here until I feel prepared to step up.

I have to meet an entire mafia as well as be polite and listen to some old man teaching me about things I won’t need to know to run a gang.

At least I have the race track.

I think the race track is the only thing keeping me sane.

As the plane landed smoothly and stopped I went up to the pilot to thank him because I’m not some sort of rich spoilt kid who is not thankful for the other jobs people do because they work hard everyday.

I get out of the plane stepping down the steps snaking on a packet of sweets that was in the plane.

I see someone already taking out my bags and gently placing them inside a car, it has to be the driver taking me to the Mafia as no one else would be allowed in this part of the airport as it’s private.

“Hello, Ella Anderson.” I smiled and put my hand out.

“Hello miss I will be your escort today.” The man says his wording perfect he had an accent and I nod getting into the car as he opened the door.

“Thank you.”

“Miss I was told to take you anywhere you want or need to do before taking you to the warehouse.” He said never taking his eyes off the road.

“I’ve actually been really excited to stopping by the race track.” I said and a smile creeped onto my face.

“That would be just fine miss.” He said.

I was looking out the window and I know I’ve only arrived but Italy is beautiful.

“Miss you seem to be a very polite girl so I would like to advise you to stay away from a Mariana.” He said his nice voice turning slightly annoyed when he said the name.

“Who might that be?” I asked wanting to know why as I’m a nosy b***h.

“Well lets just say that Mariana is not as polite as you miss.” He told me with a warning tone in his voice.

“Thanks, l’m sorry to say I’m however most of the time a little b***h as working in what we work in politeness is taken as a form of weakness.” I said serious thinking back to all the scenarios I’ve had to be a b***h, there’s too many to count.

“Yes Miss I’m well aware we have all heard some interesting stories about you and I will speak for myself and myself only but I expected a little spoilt brat.” He said and I burst out laughing.

As notice the car coming to a stop so I look back out the window to see the giant race track that I can’t wait to get my babies rolling in, as soon as my cats arrive I’ll have the time of my life.

“Enjoy racing Miss.” he asked.

“I’ve loved racing since I was 4.” I said and looked at the man and smiled, racing is really my biggest passion, I’m such a crazy little s**t when in a car.

“Do you race?” I asked and he looked up at me with the duh face.

I like him he reminds me of uncle Jack I think we will get on well, I still don’t know his name though, I’ll ask some other time.

After getting out of the car and checking round the race track I went back to the car and made our way to what’s probably the warehouse.

“Thank you.” I said for the millionth time as the man who was my escort is taking my bags out, I should really learn his name I feel shitty as he’s been so nice and I don’t even know his name.

I’m greeted at the door with a face I thought I’d never see again.

“YOU!” I screamed and pointed my finger.

“You are that sexist jerk who was sour because he lost to a girl.” I said and his face changed from the cocky look to the I’m na kill you one real fast.

“Boss.” My escort said slightly bowing and then leaving.

Wait Boss, no wait, nooooo, that means...

“We are gonna have so much fun.” He said with a sexy and evil accent.

I’m fucked...