The Mistake

Hiya!! Welcome to the first chapter of Mafia Mistake. Hope you all enjoy the introduction! By the Way, the girl above is the main character Alessa. ( For now take away the nose piercing) Enjoy! Xx

~Bella~

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"How many pins did they place in your hair Ali?" I asked my aggravation reaching a new high, while I plucked hair pins from Ali's champagne coloured locks, each strand falling back into there original place as each pin was removed .

The amount of pins placed inside her hair was excruciatingly annoying , as the number never seemed to be decreasing .

"I don't know , next time ask my stylist," Ali replied tiredly while ideally picking lint from underneath her freshly manicured nails.

Sighing, I pulled out the final pin before throwing it into the clustered pile on the makeup counter.

Ali quickly racked her fingers through her wavy thick locks , getting it back to its original form.

"Thanks Alessa. anyway moving on, did you see that totally hot model that came in today ?" Ali exclaimed quickly swivelling her seat to look at me , an excited expression plastered on her face, her almond shaped blue eyes widening into huge saucers.

Ali, my best friend, as well as modelling partner. Could only be described as; outgoing, sometimes too outgoing if you ask for my opinion. Never shy nor anxious around new people, whether her company is wanted or not she launches herself into any conversation or diverting them to her 'personal' life.

Ali has long flowing champagne coloured hair , that rests just below her shoulders accompanied by too large almond shaped sky blue eyes. She stands at a short height of 5ft5, which she always gets teased about next to my 5ft8. But she is gifted with a body that would make anyone jealous. Probably the reason why she has guys failing at her feet. Sometimes I wonder if she should have been a guy. She is literally the definition of a fuck-boy, soul and mind. But that's why I adore her.

"You mean Eric? The new model from Britain?" I asked turning my head towards her , Ali only nodded enthusiastically before giving a squeal. Chuckling to myself I turned back to my large mirror.

I stared at my tired expression, the bright lights surrounding my mirror only extenuating my bags that were beginning to form underneath my eyes, I slowly started to remove the overdose of makeup used on my face. Practically scrubbing at my skin, causing some red splotches to appear in areas where I rubbed too hard.

"Fucking Eyeliner...", I muttered swiping in every direction possible to remove the black liquid from my face without looking like a panda, while the faint giggle of Ali sounded next to me, whether is was directed at me or her thoughts I did not know.

After finally removing my makeup and brushing out my hair, I left Ali in her lustful thoughts as I quickly threw away the makeup covered rag before quickly gathering my bag, phone and keys.

"Hun, as much as I would love to talk about your next sex life, its like the dead of night , my bed is calling my name along with a tall glass of Massetto wine accompanied with some Netflix." I said smiling, before quickly pecking Ali on the check and murmuring a quick goodbye before heading out the studio. Leaving Ali ,to no doubt , to do some snooping into the male models social media.

The humid air of Greece quickly, hit my face as I exited, it was late June and the weather was reaching its peak in the heated summer. The nights would become shorter and days became longer, parties exploded across the city during the night from illuminated streets in neon lights or a bass of a new song pounding down the streets.

To be honest I absolutely loved it.

After briefly checking my watch, it was officially 12am, I had started work from 9am this morning, and I was exhausted.

Being a model may sound easy to some. But once you become one, reality hits you fast.

From having to sit in a chair for hours while stylists cover your face and hair in god knows what, to changing in and out of clothes still managing to not mess up your makeup and hair in the process.

Briefly closing the door behind me, my eyesight took time to adjust to the darkness. The silhouettes of cars were outlined in the darkness or the dim light of a lamp post would illuminate the sleek metal of various cars.

Reaching into my bag, I fumbled around its contents trying to find my car keys. Breif panic washed over me before relief replaced it as my fingers came into contact with the smooth yet rigid edges of the key.

Pulling the keys out, I pressed the unlock button before hearing a distant beep to my right. Smiling , I depended on my hearing to navigate my way through the almost desolate carpark.

After a few minutes of tripping over potholes and sending silent curses to the heavens above, I had finally found my car.

Giving a small smile I made my way over to my beauty.

My car was a silver-grey Mini range I got for my eighteenth birthday, I've treasured it ever since. Even after 2 years It still looks brand new, from the paint work to the interior leather.

Sliding into the black leather seat, feeling the smooth material slide against my skin as my aching legs were supported, as the leathery interior smell wafted up my nose, calming me. I quickly threw my bag onto the passenger side before sliding my keys in the ignition and turning my car on, hearing the engine purr to life as I did.

Slowly pulling out of my spot my car was parked in , I exited the small carpark onto the high street, taking twisting turns ,eager to get home.

After finally turning onto a small highway I sped down the barren road, my mileage quickly hitting 60mph.

Turning on the radio, I turned it up as What I did for love came on by David Guetta. Humming along to the tune, I drove down the highway in the dead of the night.

After a few moments of just driving , bopping my head to the rhythm as well as occasionally singing the words before cringing at how off-key I sounded. Two white headlights appeared in the distance, but seemed to be advancing quickly. Soon enough two lights became six as the noise of speeding cars echoed closer and closer, the purr of powerful engines echoing through the air.

I continued driving as the noise of engines seemed to coming on the opposite side of the highway, but still at an alarming rate, obviously going over the speed limit.

The suddenly my fear spiked as several gunshots rang through the crisp air as my radio died as I exited the radio signal radius. My heart sped up as I felt my eyes widen.

My knuckles turned white as I gripped the steering wheel, as sounds got closer and closer.

Until, a black car darted out of the darkness, right at that moment, everything became in slow motion.

The car I saw was something I recognised as a black Porsche sped dangerously down the highway, its passenger leaning out the window with a black object gripped in his leather hands. Realisation hit me as I realised it was a gun.

Gunshots echoed louder inside my ears, then all of a sudden, a pop followed by skidding noise came from the car , and before I could even react. The car was skidding right towards me, at the speed of light.

It flipped slightly as it hit the low barriers separating each direction , and before I could speed up, stop or swerve, the car smashed into the side of my car, the sound of metal smashing together ringing in my ears.

My brain went a state of pure shock as the world around me blurred as it was flipped upside down multiple times, all I could hear now was the sound of blood rushing through my ears as my heart erratically pounded against my chest.

My body gave a sudden forceful jolt as my car came in contact with the ground, I felt a searing pain in my head as it collided with my window, cracking, if not smashing it from the forceful impact.

The rolling slowed as my limbs came in contact with other parts of the car. I felt blood trickle slowly down my face as my car  finally slowed to a stop. On its roof, with me still inside my car , hanging upside down as every inch of my body shook in pure shock and terror.

After managing to temporarily snap out of my daze, one thought screamed inside my mind.

Get Out!

With shaking hands I aimlessly fumbled with my seat belt before it unbuckled and gravity pulled my body into the roof of my car. I groaned as I landed forcefully on my back, my vision blurring slightly.

I slowly turned my body and carefully crawled out of the smashed window. Hoping no fragments of glass would cut me more than I already was.

The cold concrete came in searing contact with my bloodied hand as glass was scattered around my car.

I looked up only to see the 2 other cars pulled up on the other side. An orange light flickered in the corner of my vision as I drowsily glanced up to see the car that came in contact with mine, only to be a blazing metal structure of fire embers flying into the night along with the lives of those inside the car.

I continued to crawl out of my car before I sat up, my head spinning at an uncontrollable rate while black splotches danced inside my vision.

I coughed slightly as the smoke filled my nose, covering my mouth with my hand, I stared at it in horror as a red liquid covered it once I had pulled it away. And I knew it came from my mouth from the coppery distaste left inside.

Suddenly shouts echoed through the air as I briefly saw some people emerge from their cars.

All seemed to instantly notice my car and then me. Shouts resounded in the air as my head spun more and black dots blurred my vision.

I scooted to the side of my car leaning against its now destroyed metal surface, cold hard ridges coming into contact with my back.

My eyes fluttered closed as I heard heavy footsteps coming closer to me.

My eyes managed to open to only catch a glimpse of a dangerously handsome man with a stern expression on his face before I slumped into unconsciousness .

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Oh, who was the dark stranger? Who was the group with guns? Hope you liked the short intro, like and comment if you enjoyed this. See you all later !

~Bella~