Arabella Malik, the lethal American mob boss's daughter.
The beauty of the nineteen-year-old was well-known. Her hourglass figure and glowing grey eyes-which mirrored her father's, had practically everyone praising the ground she walked on.
Arabella...
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✰ Ａｒａｂｅｌｌａ ✰
"𝐔𝐬𝐞𝐝"
I took a step into the alleyway and threw Roman a sheepish smile.
"You know," I said as I began going towards him, "alleyways are a little cliche to be doing murder in,"
He gave me a cold gaze and cocked his head to the side, casually crushing the cigarette between his fingers and dropping it to the ground.
"Didn't we meet in an alleyway, Ella?" He said and smirked a little, "Where you were simply assassinating someone?"
Oh, right.
I flicked his arm with my finger hoping it would hurt him a bit, but he didn't even flinch.
He stared at me blankly and I blinked.
Welp.
"What did he do?" I asked, leaning against the wall next to him.
"Owed me money, the usual." He remarked bluntly, tilting his head to the sky.
"What are you doing here?"
"I had lunch with Kara," I answered while I dug my shoe into the dirt. He hummed deeply and I remembered then, that Kara was waiting for me.
"I have to go," I stated as I stepped away from the wall.
He glanced down at me with narrowed eyes and nodded, leaning off the wall too. "I'll walk you,"
Once he was by my side, I smiled brightly and wrapped my arm through his.
We strolled silently together, and as we crossed the street, I took a look at him. As usual, his expression was impassive, the clouds in the sky dimming his golden skin.
We took another step onto the sidewalk, and I pointed us in the direction of Kara's car. I stepped in front of him, letting go of his arm, as he opened the passenger door for me.
"Will you be in class on Monday?" I asked, tilting my head in curiosity.
He looked at me for a few moments before nodding, and a smile appeared on my lips.
This appeared to intrigue him, as a playful smirk appeared on his lips, "Miss me?"
I scoff and looked down at my shoes, "In your dreams, Agnello,"
He chuckled darkly, and before he could stop, I eagerly glanced up at him and caught a glimpse of the dimples that dotted his cheeks.
Jeesh this man really is perfect.
"Ella," He nodded in departing and took a step back; I smiled and turned on my heel, but before I could get inside the car, his hand had grasped my arm.
