My Name is Ivan D. M Vendetta . This is my story of how I met a woman who’s the love of my life, while still being playful… drives me up the damn wall. Anyways, I suppose I should tell you how we met, and it happens in the most unexpected place.
September 30th, 2000. Club night with my cousin Junior and my other cousin Tony. Little did I know that my future wife was just arriving. As the night went on, I was with Junior, having a good laugh, talking about family and shit, when I spy a woman. She’s about 5’5, wearing a black dress that flows like a black sea of fabric. Her blonde hair lit the room up with how pale it looked. She wore lace black gloves and her high heels clicked every time she took a step. She passed me and her perfume hit me like a punch to the jaw, god why does she wear so much perfume? Junior nudged me a bit, motioning to the girl. “Hell nah” I said back to him. “I don’t even know the woman.” As I talked with Junior, she came up to me, by the looks of it, she was already drunk. Her breath smelled of vodka and red wine. My eyes bounced around her body, which I didn’t catch before as It was hidden in that black fabric sea she calls a dress. Her bust was almost too big for it and her body was shown off by the dress, perfectly. My eyes drifted down to her thighs where I saw a handgun, and my blood turned ice cold, “What did she want from me?” I thought. “Come dance with me, Pretty Boy.” She remarked. At first I was stunned, I’ve never been called that before, and she seemed almost wasted. I felt sorry for her in the morning, but that's a problem that future her could take care of. At the end of the night, I was laughing my ass off. This woman…damn she was something else. I wasn’t drunk…that much. But boy was Junior, Tony and that woman, wasted as all hell. I suggested to her friend that she could crash at my place for the night to which she agreed. As I tossed Junior and Tony in the back of my SUV, I turned to grab the woman, before she grabbed my sleeve, whispering something “Don’t go, you're comfy.” I was confused, shocked and like 20 other emotions ran across my face. When I drove back to my estate, I left Tony and Junior on my couch, make it look believable for my dad when he got back. I took the woman up to my room, letting her sleep on the bed, as I sat at my desk, smoking a cigar.
The night starts off with Velena asking me one simple question: “Do you want to go clubbing? Maybe meet a new man after your break up.” Velena teased me. I decided to give in and join her at the club. I made sure to put on my black dress, putting my makeup on and perfume. I made sure to use a heavy dose to really send the message about my lifestyle and personality. Velena was waiting outside in a Rolls Royce with Cody and Killa. As I sat in the front passenger area, I started to wonder: “Will I actually meet someone?” As we entered the club parking lot, there was a black SUV outside, from the outside it looked kinda expensive. The SUV has black leather seats with gold trim and in the back, four seats face each other with a table in the middle. As we entered the club, music was blasting, but instead, my eyes bounced to a man wearing a white fedora, a black shirt and black jeans. On his left wrist was a gold wrist watch and his hair, god damn was it long. His black mane reached his back like a waterfall of ink. As he moved his face, I could see a scar that ran from his cheek to the base of his neck. His arms were covered in tattoos, and sitting next to him was a man with a beard, wearing a Hawaiian shirt who was laughing with him, and to his left was another man in white jeans a black collared shirt. Each of the boys, armed to the teeth. The man on the right has a gun on his hip and the man in the middle has a ring on each finger, all of them have sharp spikes on them. The man on the left has a bunch of knives hanging from his belt. I stared in amazement in shock at how big the man in the middle looked, but I recognized the man on the left and right. Junior and Tony Andeno. Junior is our arms dealer and Tony was his brother, but who was the man in the middle? A friend? Their father? A relative? As the night went on, Velena approached me. “So darling, found any man you like?” The moment she asked me that question, my eyes turned to the man sitting across the room, the one with the long mane, I’ve wondered what his name was, but damn did he look pretty. I approached the man. “Heya Pretty Boy, come dance with me!” I looked at his face, a mixture of confusion, shock, and joy crossed his face all at once. I dragged him onto the dance floor as Junior and Tony whistled and laughed at him. I soon realized something. He was a horrible dancer, but that only added on to how cute he was. As the night ended, I saw Velena talking with the man, before he came over to me. “He said his name was Ivan, Ivan D. Morozov.” Velena said. “A Morozov? Never heard of that name before.” I admitted before he came over to me, picking me up. I gave a yelp but soon let him carry me, despite how strong and rough he looked. His body was very muscular and strong, and I could feel the power radiate from his body. His eyes were hidden by some shades but his long hair was the only soft part of his body. His face held that same scar from his cheek to his neck and his white fedora, I wanted to steal so badly. He smelled of sweat a bit and a little floral scent, must be some type of shampoo or conditioner he put on. The best thing about him? I got a good look at his rings, each studded with a spike, chains connected them to a band on his wrist. I could feel a gun in his back pocket as he carried me over his shoulder, but he placed my half asleep body in the SUV gently as he drove off. In the morning, I found myself in a nice and comfy bed. On the desk his head lay, his shirt was off and I got a good look at his tattoos and body, damn was he strong, I decided to pull him into bed with me falling asleep next to him until 11 in the morning.
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