𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺.
The woman of impeccable beauty was the infinite definition of her name. Calm and poise.
Born into a violent life of guns and knives, you would assume a Mafia Princess like her would be training and preparing to be the next heir...
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"Silver! Don't do that you're going to ruin it!" I scold him, slapping my hand over his hard abdomen which only leaves me in more pain than him—but I do manage to hide my discomfort.
"It's fucking itchy," He begins to pull his hand to his face covered in the grey clay mask but I catch it before he could scratch it off.
"That means it's working then." I lace my fingers through his, distracting him as I take our sealed hands to my lips. Silver's cold features softly mould, and I couldn't help but smile—immediately realising the clay was still drying, I relaxed my face into a straight facade, moderately amusing Silver.
"Stop," I warn flatly, already knowing that he was up to something with his teasing smirk. "What?" He asks innocently, shrugging and not-so-discreetly moving closer to me.
I watch him sit up on the bed with wide eyes, causing my body to tip back from his soaring height. He smirks down at me, leaning in closer and making me fall back onto the bed. "Silver." I warn him, and he smirks deeper.
He hovers over me, both of his bulky arms resting on each side of my head, his crucifix dangling down onto my neck. "You're going to ruin my face mask. I need this to make my skin clear and you don't get it since your skin is already clear enough—
My rambling gets cut off as soon as his hands move from the bed and down onto my sides, tickling the life out of me. I scream loudly, squealing and wiggling in his powerful grip.
"Silver! Oh my god—
I don't even get to finish my cry out as he manages to get under my arms, tickling me there too. I gasp for a breath, laughing and giggling until my ass was flat on the floor.
My stomach heaves with stitches and my eyes are up at the ceiling, all until Silver's grinning face is staring down at me from the bed above.
"I'm going to kill you," I tell him without a facial expression—even if his boyish grin was making every nerve inside me jump with excitement.
"Sure you will." His cockiness makes me crawl with anger, which presently defuses into action. I jump up from my place on the floor, startling him as he pushes off of the bed, backing away from me with a never-ending smirk.
I grab the nearest pillow, holding it up like a sledgehammer. "Don't test me, D'argento."
He bites the inside of his cheek, smiling devilishly. I step closer, holding the pillow above my head getting ready to slam it down on him—immensely ignoring the height difference between us.
"You won't," He urges with a teasing glint, taunting me more and more. I let out a huff of frustration, my hair crazy behind my head and no doubt my face mask smudged.
"I fucking will." I begin to get closer, backing him up between my closet and the bathroom. He rolls his eyes, realising he either back into a wall or escape into one of the rooms.
