Plan B by Me =/ (spiritual books to read .TXT) 📕

"Yeah."

 "Cool. I'm Rose." I give a small not in response, but that doesn't stop either from plopping straight onto the bed. "I can already tell we are going to be great friends. Ooh! Do you guys wanna have a fashion show with your new dresses?!" She asks energetically, looking between Riley and me. We make eye contact and laugh. 

"Sure." I laugh. 

"Eek! Let's go!" She exclaims. She throws a dress at both of us and grabs one for herself. Rose changes in the closet, Riley in the room, and me in the bathroom. I look at the dress she gave me. I immediately fell in love with this dress when I saw it. It was black and when mid-thigh, with a bit too plunged neckline for me, but the rest of it over took that. The back was mostly open, in a diamond shape, and on both sides there are little cut out also in diamond shapes. It showed a little too much skin for my taste, but it was gorgeous. I was really self conscious since it showed my stomach, but Riley assured me it looked great. 

"Ready?" Riley asks and we both say yes. "Three, two, one!" Rose and I join Riley in my temporary bedroom, and I can't help but gape. They look stunning! Rose is in a floor length silk dress, the blue matching her vibrant eyes. Riley looks just as good in a red long sleeve cocktail dress. "Make-up time!" She squeals. 

"Wait we're like going all in on this?" I laugh. They both eagerly nod, and ask where the make-up I got is. I forgot about that. I stuffed that bag in the undergarments bag so it would take up less space. I walk over to the dresser and grab the bag of makeup. I did Riley's, she is Rose's and Rose did mine. For Riley I did some vibrant red, and shimmery white for eyeshadow, with winged eyeliner. For her lips I did bright red lipstick to match her dress. Rose got blue purple eyeshadow, and dark purple lipstick. Rose gave me a smokey-eye look, and dark red lipstick. "Alright, now, Rose go strut your stuff! Ew that was cringey." We all laugh, but she still goes to the closet and shuts the door. They suddenly fling open and Rose comes out like a true model. She could be one, so I wonder why she is in a gang instead. 

"Whoo!" Riley calls, as we clap like crazy. 

"Thank you, thank you. Oh, you're too kind." Rose curtseies. She then stand up like an announcer. "Next up... Riley Garcia!" She exclaims in a muffled voice, as she takes Riley's place next to me. Riley comes out looking like a queen, and even have the princess wave to go with it. 

"Alright folks, up next, a crowd favorite... Emily... Emily!" She exclaims realizing she doesn't know my last name. I laugh and go into the closet, doing a mix of their acts. We all fall to my bed laughing when I'm done.

"Em you by far look the best." They say in sync. 

"Are you kidding? Have you seen you two? Y'all are gorgeous." I laugh. "When I tell you I almost fell about fifty times..." We all laugh, thinking of our six inch heels. 

"I thought you all were great." A gravely voice breaks through our laughter, and where as Rose and Riley's laughter slowly died down, mine immediately stopped as I shoot up to a sitting position on the edge of my bed. My eyes widen in horror as I see Adrian, Brad and Alan. 

Alan. 

I know I know him from somewhere. The lethologica driving me mad. 

All three enter my room, and as Alan passes he whispers, "Boss won't be happy your already making friends," so quietly that no one else would be ableto hear.

That's it. He works for Antonio. That's what he meant. 'I always have eyes on you...' Alan is here. Does Adrian know? If possible, my body got even more tense as I stand. 

"You saw that?" I ask quietly, and I dare to raise my gaze to him, but the second it meets Alan's, it snaps back down to the ground. He grunts in response, but I don't know how to interpret that. 

"I did. Quite the show you gals put on." He chuckles and I feel an unfamiliar feeling bubble within me. Feeling nervous around the men, I gravitate towards my new friends. 

"Hey back off bro. This ones mine." Riley giggles, wrapping her arm around Rose. 

My eyes widen. "You two are together?" They nod in sync. I smile at them as they gaze lovingly at each other. But my smile fades away slowly. Do they really believe love is anything but a sham? What a shame. They seem like lovely people to just get hurt in the end. 

"Anyways. Emily, would you like to explore the house?" I nod hesitantly at Adrian. "Alright. Brad will be going with you. Any locked doors are off limits though." He explains and I nod again. When he gives me a quick look and turns to Alan, speaking in a hushed voice, I exit the room. 

"So, Emily, huh?" Brad looks at me when he joins me in the hall. 

"Um yeah? That is my name." I lie casually. God I hate Antonio. "Is there something wrong with that?" 

"No, no. Nothing. You just remind me of someone I used to know." Could he be...? No. He can't. My Brad always wanted to move out to Cali and be some stunt person. And I know he did. I watched his flight leave graduation day. We start walking, Brad giving me a tour from the bottom floor until the sixth, the top floor. "This is just Adrian's floor. His room, bathroom, private rooms. Not even any of us are aloud in there." I nod, and we go back down the many flights of stairs. When we reach the first floor again, I catch sight of Alan smirking at me, then opening one of the previously locked doors. I take a quick scan of the room, and find Baldy preoccupied with Adrian's youngest sister Danni. No one else is around except Alan who just exited the door, still smirking at me, so I quietly creep over to the door that's opened just a crack. 

I open it as silently as possible, which works except for a tiny creaking noise, but it doesn't attract any attention. I walk down the stairs, until my feet hit the cold cement floor. It's pitch black down here, but I still reach around until I find a light switch and flip it up. My jaw drops when I see the room around me. Weapons of every kind line the four walls. Guns of all sorts, knifes, grenades, brass knuckles, you name it, it was probably there. I slowly walk around, examining all of them, when suddenly my arm is locked behind me in a death grip, trapping me in an uncomfortable position. 

"What the hell are you doing down here?"

 ~Sofia~

"Adrian..." I begin. "I can- The door- I'm sor- It wasn't my fault- I-" 

He cuts off my jumbled up words by flipping me around so my back is against the wall. I feel knives poke into my back as he stands with his arms on either side of me, and me paralyzed in fear. "I thought I told you locked doors were off limits?" He growls.

Before I can even think, I roll my eyes as the words, "And how would I get in here if it was still locked?" Tumble out of my mouth. My eyes widen as I realize what I just did. I did this only a few times in the past few years, but every time he made sure I regret it. My hand goes to fly to my mouth, but in our close proximity, it only brushes up against his rock hard figure. I jump as far back as I possibly can, afraid of what he'll do since I touched him. "I- I'm so sorry!" I gulp. 

He cocks his head as he stares at me. His hand comes up, and I flinch away, but I never feel the blow come. When I open my eyes, I meet his smokey grey gaze, and I quickly divert my eyes. I feel his hand on my chin as he lifts my head so that my eyes will meet his. "What did they do to you?" He asks softly. 

"Please..." I whisper as tears fill my eyes. His eyes drift back and forth between mine, before he finally backs off. 

"Come on. You shouldn't be here." He says, his voice now cold. 

"What is it anyways?" I ask softly, beginning to walk up up the stairs. 

I hear him sigh. "One week, and your already finding out all of our secrets." I glance over my shoulder, and see him shaking his head, but with a small smile on his face. "This is the Weapons Room." He tells me and I spin around so that I seem shocked. 

"What??" 

"I haven't properly introduced myself yet. Hi, Adrian Garcia. Italian Mafia don." He holds his hand out for me to shake. I ignore it. 

"Boss, right?" I ask, meaning his use of the word 'don.'

"You know italian?" He nods.

"A bit." I reply. When we reach the main floor, he turns and locks the door. "So that's why everyone lives here?" Most of them live of the third floor, except for Rose, and Adrian's siblings. They live on the fourth forth floor.  

"Yup. Tonight we'll actually be out." He tells me. I nod. That'll give me a chance to call Antonio. I haven't called him since the first day and I know he'll be angry. 

"So you said mafia right?" He nods. "What's the difference between the mafia and a gang?" I ask. I know the basics but he doesn't need to know that. 

"For one thing, Mafias typically are more widespread and organized, whereas gangs typically occupy one area in a city, and don't really know what they are doing. Most of the time they are just a bunch of thugs looking to make some money for their families. Mafias typically have more morals. Mine for example, we refuse to kill any innocent civilians, and we don't kill women or children unless they have truly committed a crime against us. We won't use car bombs or anything because of the risk of hurting innocents, but gangs don't really care. They kill anyone who gets in there way." He explain. 

"Oh." I say quietly, trying to hide my building nerves. We reach the meeting room again that has about ten men talking, including Alan. His eyes narrow when he sees me. The rest of the men stop speaking when they see the half of me that isn't hiding behind Adrian. He may make me uncomfortable, but at least he is more familiar.  

"Um..." One of them- Garret- begins awkwardly. 

"It's fine. Someone had to go and find out." He casts a side glance at me and I feel my cheeks burn. 

"So why is she still alive??" Alan growls. 

"Alan, you know that isn't how we run things." Adrian snaps back. It is how Antonio does though. I sigh and lucky me, he hears. "Would you like to interject?"