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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"What the fuck happened?"
Second by second, the muffled voices start to become clearer.
My body is lowered onto a cushiony surface, and more voices can be heard almost clearly now.
"Fuck," Another voice curses, a softer one.
Slowly, my eyes flutter open, the evening sight of my father, mother, and Silver.
I frown, and confusion washes over me as my body moved to sit up, only to push it back down as a pounding pain consumed my head.
"Shit Serenity, what's happened, baby?" My mother's soothing voice fills my mind, allowing me to process the events of the night.
The fight, Wendy's, Silver, and then the migraine.
"I'm fine, Mamma, I just had a headache and fell asleep," I mumbled, sitting up and glancing around the room. Then I noticed the arm wrapped around me, the arm that was only gifted to Silver.
He kept my body from collapsing by holding me up safely. I was currently lying on one of my sofas, the room clearly dark but only poorly lit by the kitchen light from a distance.
Bright lights flashed on, making me wince at the sudden initiation. Papà returns, a worried expression on his face. He immediately kneels in front of me, taking my face into his hands and thoroughly inspecting me.
I roll my eyes and return my gaze to Silver, only for our gazes to collide at the moment as he was already looking at me. He did, however, have seemed concerned too.
"Serenity." My father calls sternly, rapidly possessing my gaze drawn to him.
His expression told me what he was about to ask, but he still spoke.
"Do we need to go and get your medication again?"
Mamma soothes my back while I shake my head in refusal.
One thing about those stupid pills was how tired they made me, I hated pills, all they did was make me never want to eat but only sleep.
"Can we talk about this later, please," I mumbled again, looking up at Silver, who was also listening in. My father immediately notices and nods his head, straightening up.
"Serene, I'll go get you some water; do you need anything else, flower?" My mother asks, her grey eyes shimmering with concern—I shake my head, giving her a reassuring smile.
She leaves, leaving me with my father and Silver.
Said father glances between Silver and me, a growing flame arising in his gaze and I couldn't tell if it was protectiveness or curiosity.
"Ha avuto mal di testa mentre veniva qui." Silver's thick accent shrill my arms in goosebumps, that sound so easily distracting.
Translation: "She developed a headache on the way here."
