The Russian mafia princess and the Italian mafia king. It's a wise old mafia tale: they are each other's biggest competitor, but the heart doesn't see competition it just sees love... sometimes.
Sometimes the darkness just needs some light and the...
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"Why are you leaving me?" I whimpered out like a complete simp, and I have no shame about it.
Today is the day of the mafia ball, and I want to spend as much time with my little bambina as possible, before we have to kill those son of a bitchs, who are after her. But instead of spending the afternoon in each others arms naked-Alina insisted the two of them get ready together hours beforehand and despite my protesting Katerina agreed.
"How are you not sick of me, we've literally spent the past few days up each other's asses," she chuckled while wrapping her arms around my neck.
"Literally," I smirked, which earned me a hard slap to my shoulder, but the way her cheeks turned a bright flustered red was worth the slap.
"Ok we get it, you two are soulmates, love of each other lives, you are each other's whole world," Alina chimed while quite literally snatching my bambina out of my arms. "Can we go now?"
"Yes, ok we can go now!" Before walking out the door she g skipped over to me wrapping her arms around my middle. "I love you babochka," she whispered while I kissed the top of her head.
"I love you more, principessa," I muttered into her hair, breathing in her sweet mango scent, God I still never asked her how she smells like mangos all the time.
Does she just triple up with mango body wash, shampoo, and lotion? Maybe its perfume?
"Oh my god, Kat lets go." Alina grunted while taking off the safety of her gun.
"Please go before the scary woman shoots me."
"Alright, alright," Katerina chuckled before walking out the door with the angry brunette hot on her trail.
Getting out my phone I sent over a few texts to my man making sure we're still all good for tonight and ignoring the fact that my father had called me 4 times in the past 2 hours. A knock on the door stops me mid text, "come in '' opening the door appeared Lucca & Matteo with irritated looks on their face.
"Why do you two look like someone shit in your hair?" I questioned while walking over to the sofa in the middle of the room.
"Why aren't you answering your phone calls." Matteo integrated
"Because I've been busy, what's going on?"
Pausing, Matteo looked at Lucca, and after a few seconds continued, "Enzo your father is here, and he's coming up to talk to you.
Jumping out of my seat, all I can see is red. "What? WHY?"
Opening his mouth to answer Lucca was cute short by my hotel door opening and my father walking in like he owns the place.
My father is exactly one inch shorter than me, and about 30 pounds lighter but he still somehow makes me scared shitless of him. It's a feeling I've always hated. I mean any normal person when they figure out someone scares them, they just avoid them at all costs. But the person who absolutely terrifies me the most is the one person I've been killing myself to get attention and love from all my life.
