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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"Enzo you missed the turn,"
"Huh" he blurted absentmindedly, while rubbing his hand up and down my exposed thigh.
"Remember we're going to the our private jet, so we can fly to Spain for the ball? You were supposed to turn at that exit" I babbled while checking my phone.
His ring covered hand that was laying on my thigh, turned into a slight grip that sent the usual flight of butterflies up my vagina whenever he touches me. "No were not going there."
Looking away from my phone, I side eye Enzo whos still staring at the road ahead. "Umm is this when you kill me?" I deadpanned.
"No that's my grand finale," he chuckled. "Right now, I'm taking you to a little surprise. Don't worry we'll still make it I got it all planned out bambina."
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"Ok we're here bambina" he chirped out while lightly shaking me out of my slumber. Opening my eyes I'm met with the sights of a beautiful 2 story house.
Opening the passenger door for me, Enzo helped me out of the car while I was still gawking at the house. The outside of the house was the image of the dream house I had told my dad and brother that I wanted when I was little girl.
It's a lot smaller then what most mafia princess want, but that's why I love it.
Every single detail that I wanted was there. The Greek style stone on the outside, the warp around porch, the upstairs window with a balcony, and the cliche white picket fence.
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