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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"𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐧 𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞"
The world spun as my flowing blood rushes to my head.
Arms lifted me up, causing my eyes to snap towards the person. Roman scowled at me as he straightened me up.
"Don't do that," He murmured as he tugged my rising shirt back into place. I giggled at his newfound concern, also noticing that he was now completely clothed.
My fat ass self couldn't stand waiting for him any longer, which led to the situation I was in previously.
While Roman had changed, I, for once, was the first one up and ready. Roman had promised to show me everything today, being our official first day together within Milan.
We were also going to see his family this weekend. Which I was wholly nervous for.
However, I decided to deal with my anxieties later—right now, all I cared about was seeing the glorious city of Milan.
Roman took my hand in his and ushered me out of the mansion.
A sleek black sports car was parked out front, and as Roman touched the keys, it opened.
He swiftly opened the door for me and I got in. The new car smell, mixed with this cologne, lingered in the air—and the leather chilled, seats grated beneath my thighs.
Roman instantly started the car and dashed out of the driveway at a breakneck speed.
We travelled across the winding roads, passing through numerous towns and slopes.
My attention was drawn to the unique vehicles and bikes that travelled down the main roads before it was redirected to the small lake we passed by.
Unfathomable views rushed in from the left and right, never allowing me to take my gaze away from the windows.
It was incredibly breathtaking, and I was grateful to fate for providing me with the opportunity to witness it.
He drove further into town—until he reached the main thoroughfares. Roman casually parked the car in an empty spot, leaving it at that.
Once the engine turned off, he got out of his side and strode over to my own. I gathered my small bag and threw the strap over my shoulder, whilst Roman opened the door and I stood out.
When I heard his car lock, I quickly threaded my hand through his and began pulling us in a direction.
He was the one who led the way, seemingly knowing where he was going. He led us along a path—lined with tourists and residents.
