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 ✰
"𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠"
Giggling, I squirmed under his hold. "Roman!" I squealed, his hands still moving recklessly to my sides.
"S-Stop it!" My breathing was coming to a halt as my stomach clenched and thankfully, he let go.
I scooted away from him as if he were some sort of disease and held tightly onto my stomach.
"You're evil," I muttered once I had returned to a somewhat normal state.
He smirked over the table, leaning back casually as if he hadn't just tickled me to my death.
The waitress placed down our breakfast, mine being a nice stack of blueberry waffles—while Roman got a bowl of fruit, to which I was probably going to end up stealing some of it anyways.
The year had flown by quickly, it was now Christmas and New York was buried and deep pits of snow. Roman and I have been happier than ever, dramas weren't a thing these past few months and missions were as easy as ever.
Next week was the annual Art comp and the past few weeks I have been preparing my best few artworks—and my most meaningful. I had yet to decide which one to choose, and I knew that I wouldn't decide until the very last minute.
After the holidays, Roman and I had decided to go back into travelling. Continuing his business all over the world with my help, of course.
Right now, Roman and I were at a little diner here in our small town. I planned to go Christmas shopping today and he happened to come along. Well, I technically dragged him here—same shit.
I began to eat my nice stack of waffles, glancing in-between eating and towards his strawberry's. He rolled his eyes, noticing, and he recklessly shoved one into my mouth.
Giggling, I choked on it for a few seconds but then swallowed and continued.
"What do you want for Christmas?" I asked him, shoving another half of my waffle into my mouth.
Licking his lips, he placed a blueberry into his mouth and stared deep into my eyes as he answered. "You."
I choked, again. Coughing tremendously as he casually watched me, leaning back and taking his fruit bowl with him.
"Me!?" I shrieked, looking at him confused.
"You know what I mean," He casually said deeply, his voice speaking in its thick accent.
"I'm being for real," I mumbled, huffing and resting my chin on my hand. He smirked and leaned forward, lowering his head to mine.
