Rosalina, 24 year old whose family was just killed by her abusive Fiancé, escapes to New York where she gets sent to live with old best friend and Mafia Boss, Alec Salvatore. 27 year old Alec, a cold and dark man who would stop at nothing to have th...
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It's been a week and everything was becoming more familiar as the days blend together. I would wake up, go to work and on the days I wasn't, I would go explore New York.
With guards of course.
The only tiring and frustrating thing I had to deal with. I was always with someone. It's kind of hard to enjoy things when you turn around and have a stone cold guard just staring.
"Can you please stop with the scary stares?" I request yet he says nothing. I walk around him, sizing his body. If I could just get this look off his face...
"Please....stop. with. The. cold. Staressss." I accentuate my words softly, trying to get him to at least laugh. His face turns to the side and I see his jaw clench. "It's otay to smile." It's not him that's the problem, it's that he is so serious.
He lets a small smile slide through. I turn, walking away. "Thank you!" I say, skipping in triumph. "Come on, just a few more stores and then we can go home!" I yell out as I skip to the next store.
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After what seemed like hours of walking, we get home and I have to get ready for work. I walk past Alec's office but get stopped by him calling for me.
I walk back down the hall to his office, walking in. "Yes." I stand there, shifting my body weight. "Please don't seduce my men." He sighs causing me to roll my eyes in annoyance.
I wouldn't say seduce but whatever.
"Soplona." (Snitch) I scoff.
"Believe it or not, some people actually listen to me here." He smirks and I scoff, crossing my arms over my chest.
He rounds his desk, standing in front of it. His fingers tighten around the edge as he stares at me, or should I say scans my body, As if I'm some intricate puzzle he's trying to figure out.
"Ya know, it's not nice to lead someone on like that." He voices and I turn from his gaze, looking out the window. "Yeah we'll it's hard to enjoy New York when your guard looks like he's trying to kill everyone." I mumble back.
