The Stolen Mafia Princess

Take A Picture

{Margo’s POV}

How do I keep putting myself in these situations.. I know that I can’t have them both.. and I know that it’s bad for me to come here and be with them like this. I just can’t help myself from thinking about what it would be like. I made my way out of the shower, and pulled a towel around me, when I opened the door however.. I could see Damon and Carter talking in the kitchen. They were talking, but they both looked at each other with a look that I could only register as hatred. I sighed and slipped out of the bathroom with the towel around me and carefully made my way to the bedroom.

I could feel them burning holes into my back as I walked away. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer!” I snickered, turning to face both of them. I was standing in the hallway, and they were both staring daggers at me from the kitchen.

“I might just take you up on that if you’re not careful!” Carter said, smirking and pulling his phone out.

“Of course you would Carter!” I laughed, walking into the bedroom and closing the door.

I slipped into a white lacy, bra and panties set, along with white garters and stockings. I pulled a sage green sundress from my bags and decided to put it on. I sprayed myself with perfume and applied a little makeup that I had in my purse, before pulling my hair half up and half down. I gave myself a twirl in the mirror before grabbing a pair of white heels. I slid them on quickly and loaded up my stuff, taking it out to the main room. “There, how do I look?” I asked, giving a little twirl. I sat my bags down and climbed up onto the barstool.

Damon was cooking something on the stove, and Carter was leaned back against the fridge. He had on a white button up, with a red vest. His pants were black, and I could see a black tie still loose around his neck. Damon turned and smiled at me. “Beautiful as always!” He said, turning back to the food on the stove. He was also wearing a white button up, and black pants, but his vest was a light green, much like his eyes, the vest made his eyes pop. He had a bow tie on, and his vest was buttoned up. The top of his hair was slicked back, and his facial hair had grown out some, but was neatly trimmed. He grabbed a plate down from the cabinet and sat it down on the counter.

Carter smiled, and reached into the fridge grabbing a jug of orange juice, before setting it down on the island, where I sat. “Always a beauty!” He smirked, his eyes trailing over me.

He turned and grabbed some glasses from the cabinet and set them out. I noticed there were five glasses, and made a mental note of that. “Do you like eggs and bacon?” Damon asked, sliding a plate over. It was an omelette, with some peppers inside, and four slices of bacon.

“I love them!” I smiled, cutting into my omelette, then I smelled it. Habanero peppers.. I was allergic, badly allergic. I stared down at my plate, my stomach growling, I didn’t want to say anything.. but I was hungry. I scooted back the plate slightly and grabbed my orange juice. Good thing I caught that it had habanero in it now, instead of eating it.

Carter cleared his throat. “I thought you said you love eggs and bacon, why aren’t you eating?” Damon turned and looked at me.

“I.. I can’t eat this..” I said softly. “I’m allergic to habanero peppers..” I looked down, twisting my hands.

Damon grabbed the plate, “I’m sorry Princess, I didn’t know, I’ll make you an omelette without any. Don’t worry, Carter will eat this one!” He said, sliding the plate to Carter.

Carter picked it up and devoured it. “Mmm, tasty!” He said smiling like an i***t. “So how allergic are you to habanero peppers?” He asked.

“Deadly..” I whispered. “If I eat them my throat swells closed..” I remember finding out I was allergic, David let me eat some pizza he had bought, I was so happy until my throat swelled closed. I couldn’t breathe, I laid on the floor and choked, nearly dying before David finally took me to the hospital. He told me the whole way there that I was a waste of space, a horrible selfish b****, and that he would let me die but then no one would clean the house. Remembering that.. it messed with me, my heart began beating heavily, and I pulled my knees to my chest.

Damon slid another plate in front of me, pulling me from my thoughts. “Here’s another one, one with no habanero’s!” He smiled, then looked over me thoughtfully. Carter was staring at me too, and I could tell that they knew something was bothering me. “What’s wrong?” He tilted his head.

I shook my thoughts away, and smiled. “Nothing, I’m fine, just got lost in thought!” I grabbed the knife and fork and cut into the omellete. I pulled a piece to my mouth and m***** softly. “This is delicious! You should be a chef!”

He smiled, and turned back to cooking. “Nah, just an omelette, but thank you!”

I ate the entire omelette and smiled as I took my empty plate to the sink, where Carter had left his dirty dishes. I turned on the water and began washing them. “What do you think you’re doing?” Carter said, turning the water off.

“Just washing up, he cooked, I’ll clean!” I said, turning to face him. He was leaned over me, his body basically pinning mine to the counter.

“I’m going to do the dishes, when we’re all done! Not you!” He said, picking me up and setting me down on the kitchen island.

I crossed my ankles, and sighed. “Fine..” I huffed.

Suddenly the door burst open and Max rushed in. He picked me up off the island and pulled me into his chest twirling the two of us around.