"The Mafia Boss and His Angel"
Valentina Vernández is an pure perfection. She has brown wavy hair, juicy plump lips, marvelous body. Although her life isn't devine as it seems to be.
Lorenzo Martino is an sexy mysterious Italian. He has everything...
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I straightened and rubbed my eyes, when I got up I felt a tremendous headache. Which is probably due to the overpressure that's caused by flying through the air.
It was already night when I got off the plane, it was dark and much colder than I expected. Something I'll certainly miss in Italy is the feeling of the temperature at night.
As a standard, every time I fly somewhere, no matter if I'm with my parents or alone. There's always waiting car for me, which I'm so grateful.
When I approach the car Mr.Zack, my dad's driver, opens the door for me and I get into a luxury car.
I sigh and deep down I can't wait to see my sister and mom. Papá is important for sure, nonetheless I'm closer to them. I don't know how to start a conversation with my mother, she will surely want to know what happened. That I had decided to come back earlier than I should.
That's so fucking messed up. My life wasn't as complicated before as I lived in Spain. I lived a quiet, carefree life and everything seemed a little easier.
My gaze wandered throughout the car, until landed on Mr.Zack, his already starting at me. I can tell from his eyes that he's interested. "How was your journey Mrs.Vernández?" He asked.
I didn't wanted to talk to him about my complicated situation, and besides that's not his buisness. So I just answered simply. "Good, it was fun."
"Please call me Valentina, Mrs.Vernández makes me feel old." I said as he chuckled and we talked for some time about other things. How was everything when I wasn't around.
We've reached the house, and I walk slowly towards the door, feeling my heart speed up more and more. I feel a stomach ache from all this stress. I've never been so stressed before in my entire life.
I open the door and my foot touches the floor. Mr.Zack took care of the suitcases, so I didn't have to drag them with me.
They were so heavy.
It's late, so probably Luisa is sleeping, unfortunately I won't see her today. I go to the kitchen where I meet my mother who's sitting on a chair a drinking something.
When she sees me, she quickly gets up and heads towards me. She wraps her warm arms around me and rubs soft circles behind my back.
Then she places her hands on my cheeks saying "Mi alma." (Translation: my soul)
Unable to say anything, I move her hands gently away from my face and cuddle like some koala.
"Mamá, I'm so stupid." I murmured softly. While she stroked my hair. I didn't know her presence will make all those terrible memories come back.
I hate Lorenzo for making me broken in front of my mother.
She put her hand on my shoulder and sat me down on the chair. I was already tired for any deep conversation. I had no strength, I was exhausted with all this.
