I'M 18 BITCHES!
Mateo came to pick me up yesterday from Andreas and Gigi's, or should I say Evangelos's, penthouse.
To say Gigi was not impressed with Mateo would be an understatement, but I managed to drag Mateo and myself away after Gigi and I exchanged phone numbers and before he threw a knife through Mateo's head.
I was completely shocked yesterday when Gigi revealed his full name. I immediately thought back to the conversation I'd had with Apollo not days before and ruled it out as a massive coincidence.
But as soon as he mentioned he was born in Greece?
That's when I realised I just let Apollo's older brother, Greek mafia Don, my brother's worst enemy and rumoured monster of the underworld go down on me.
And I didn't feel a single drop of remorse.
In all honesty, it's made me look at Apollo a little differently. Not that I'm ruling out his opinions and values, but Gigi has been nothing but a sweetheart and I honestly believe that if he killed his parents he did so with good reason.
Or I'm just attracted to toxic men which is a completely viable alternative.
But either way, I'm putting all those problems aside today cause it's my birthday and I'm gonna have a good fucking day.
I've just gotten out of the shower and I'm blow drying my hair. I picked out an outfit consisting of a backless strappy black top and some beige trousers to match.
I knew I'd get shit for the outfit but I've practically learnt how to manipulate all my brothers so. And considering it's my birthday I should be able to flash my puppy eyes and make them bend to my will.
I finish applying my makeup before grabbing some sunglasses and a bag, ready for whatever we do today and grab my phone to check my notifications.
I was pleased to find some messages waiting for me.
Mateo🤍:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU BITCH! not that turning 18 changes much shit for u.
Mateo🤍:
It's not like you haven't already drank, smoked, snorted, fucked, sucked everything u can think of.
I snorted (ironically) a laugh at Mateo's idea of a birthday wish, but entirely denying his claims, and texted him back with a grin on my face.
Me:
Thank u idiot, ily
I move on to see a bunch of texts from my brothers various friends, all of them *surprise surprise* along the same lines of, "ur 18 now right? so we can fuck legally?"
Not to mention they were all followed by, "don't tell ur brothers i said that"
I notice a text from Gigi next, which makes me feel butterflies in my stomach, and he isn't even here. I have to laugh at the contact name he entered for himself though when he put his number into my phone yesterday.
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