THOMAS
A few days have passed since they arrived in Chicago. They are staying in Thomas’ family’s hotel in Chicago even though they have a mafia house here. He’s going out a lot to deal with the Mexicans, and he doesn’t trust the soldiers in the house not try to fuck Melina while he’s away. Thomas walks out to the terrace in their suite to call his brother.
“Hello brother, how is it going with the Mexicans?” Stefano says once he picks up
“As expected, fucked up.”
“Rafael is really out to get us, isn’t he?”
Rafael is the don of one of the most powerful Mexican cartels in the world. He’s also the one causing problems for the Costanzo mafia. He has a beef with Thomas.
“Yes,” Thomas sighs, running his hand through his hair.
“You know this wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t fucking banged his wife?”
“How the fuck was I supposed to know she was his wife? She was fucking in our club.” The Mexican cartels never enter clubs owned by Italians. They have a long history of beefing with each other and had a pact that ensured both gangs didn’t cross each other’s territory. Unfortunately, that changed the night Thomas slept with Rafael’s wife.
“That’s true, she had no business in our club, but she was there that night. If I didn’t know better, I would say Rafael sent her to seduce you.”
“I would put it past the motherfucker. He hated me and needed an excuse to go to war with us.” Rafael hates Thomas because he believes Thomas is full of himself.
Rafael’s ex-wife wasn’t by choice. He married her so he could inherit her father’s cartel. Rafael sending her off to sleep with someone will come as no surprise given that he doesn’t even like her. He most likely never touched her during their marriage, and the bitch was desperate for dick and agreed to do Rafael’s bidding. Horny ass Thomas didn’t know and gave in to his plan.
“That’s also true, but none of that matters. We need to get them under control as soon as possible.”
“Don’t worry, I will.”
“Good, see you when you get back,” Stefano says as he hangs up the call.
Thomas returns to the suite to get some work done before retiring for the night.
MELINA
Melina walks out of her room and into the living room to watch some TV while she waits for her lunch to be delivered. She’s enjoying her stay at the Costanzo hotel as Thomas allows her to eat whatever she wants and watch TV as much as she wants. That’s a lot of privilege for someone in her position.
Taking a seat on the couch in the suite’s living room area, Melina picks up the remote and turns on the TV. She flips through the channels, looking for something interesting to watch. Melina loves watching old movies because she believes the effort put into producing them makes them great even without all of the technology available today. Melina settles for a cooking show since neither old movies nor investigative series are available; she also enjoys binge-watching once in a while. Someone walks into the room, disturbing Melina’s peace.
“I can’t believe he brought you with him,” Kimberly says from behind Melina. She turns around and sees her standing in front of the study door. Melina hasn’t seen her in weeks. She wonders where she’s been these past few weeks or when she got here.
“Kim, hi. How’re you?” Melina gets up from the couch and turns to face her. Kimberly is dressed differently today. She’s wearing matching pants, a suit jacket and black heels. Her lips aren’t painted red today, but she’s still wearing pink lip gloss and her hair is pulled back in a tight ponytail.
“Don’t fucking talk to me like we are friends,” Kim growls at her.
“Okay” Melina isn’t sure how she spoke to her as if they were friends, so she decides not to speak to her again. Melina is afraid of Kimberly and does not want to enrage her.
“He should have killed you a long time ago.” Kimberly walks closer to Melina by the couch. “I don’t know why he’s still keeping you alive.” She glares at Melina, throwing daggers at her with her eyes.
Melina isn’t sure why either, but she doesn’t tell her that. When dealing with people like her, it’s best to remain silent while they speak.
“Why aren’t you saying anything?” She seethes, grabbing the collar of Melina’s shirt, and pulling her closer. Hatred toward Melina dances in her eyes as she stares at her.
“I don’t know what to say to you,” Melina tells her truthfully.
Kimberly brushes Melina’s face with her painted long black well-manicured nails. Melina swallows hard as Kimberly drags it down her cheek. “I should have ruined this face of yours that day.” Cold sweat breaks out on Melina’s brow as Kimberly presses her nails into her cheek, almost drawing blood but not quite.
“I see you’re not pleading for help today.” You must know that no matter how badly I want to destroy your face, he will not let me.”
Melina remains silent because she knows that saying yes will only make matters worse, but she does not think that is the best idea. Kimberly smacks Melina’s left cheek causing her hair to slaps her face. As a hand print forms on her cheek, it burns and reddens.
A wince escapes Melina’s lips as she touches her burning cheek. Melina is filled with a little rage as she realizes her face is burning because Kimberly is envious of her beauty. Is it my fault that I’m finer than you? Melina wishes to say something but holds her tongue, knowing better. She takes three deep breaths before facing Kimberly.
“Please don’t slap me again.”
“What did you just say to me?”
“Please don’t hit me again.” Melina’s hands clench into a tight fist, as they tremble, itching to slap Kimberly back.
“Sei una troia del cazzo” You fucking slut. she curses and smacks Melina’s right cheek harder than her left.
That small rage grows and spreads to the core of Melina’s being. Her blood boils with rage and hatred for Kimberly. Without thinking, Melina lifts her right hand and smacks Kimberly.
Kimberly gasps at what Melina has just done, but Melina doesn’t wait for Kimberly’s brain to fully comprehend what is happening before landing another and another, making it three slaps. She’s sick of Kimberly hating her for her beauty. For Christ’s sake, she needs to grow up about it.
“You fucking slapped me,” Kimberly screams, holding her bruised face. Melina even busted her lips. Good, she deserves much worse.
Kimberly’s witch nails move toward Melina to scatter her face, but Melina backs away, but that isn’t what stops Kimberly. Thomas grabs Kimberly by the waist and pulls her away from Melina.
“What the fuck is going on here?” Thomas yells at both of them.
Both women stare at each other, killing each other with their gaze. Melina opens her mouth to explain, but Kimberly beats her to it with her crocodile tears. She’s fucked.