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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A/N * has you guys have seen with the past few updates, I haven't really been updating every day/ every other day.
With it being summer time I don't have as much time to write as I did before. So I'm making a new updating schedule
This book will be having updates on Mondays and Thursdays :)
Begin Again will still be on Sundays :) Thank you so much*
Much to my displeasure it took Konsy all but 5 minutes to agree to Enzo's ridiculous notion that our mafia's as well as the German and Americans should team up together to take down those pesky Spanish.
"He put you in a coma" "Dad is still in a coma" "Our workers were harmed and killed" "He's responsible for killing hundreds of innocent people at the center" "He's literally the son of the devil"
All those statements Konsy listened to, and he replied with, "those people aren't alive anymore, but you are. So I'm going to do what's best for you not what's best to get vengeance or justice for people we never met."
That was the conversation we had yesterday morning, and now we're flying back to Russia in our private jet. And Satan himself- Lorenzo Deluca is 6 feet away from me walking around like a free man.
Sensing my irritation Alina, who was sitting on Konsy's lap in front of me got up from her spot and grabbed my hand pulling me towards the bedroom in the back.
Shutting the door, Alina turns to me and watches me walk to the bed, deciding to ignore her penetrating gaze. I flop into the bed face first.
"Alright it's just us, and this room is soundproof so tell me why your gorgeous face looks like someone shit on your tits? " She inquired.
"You really have to ask" Raising her left eyebrow, she said, "apparently yes."
"He's a killer and we're going to Russia with him like he didn't do anything?" I exclaim while curing myself into a ball in the middle of the bed with my arms wrapped around my knees that were pushed towards my stomach.
"I didn't know you felt that way about your brother?"
I think she's officially lost it.
Picking up head off my knees I give her a perplexed look, "I am not talking about Konsy, Alina."
"Oh, you're talking about Eros?" she piped with a dumbstruck look on her face.
"I think I should get the doctor," I reply while getting up.
Stopping me cold in my tracks Alina grabbed my wrist and dragged me back to the bed.
That's definitely going to leave a bruise.
Once I was settled back on the bed, she released the gorilla grip that she had on my hand, and with a pointed look asked, "so who are you talking about?"
