•Innocence•

•28•Anger•

I take long strides back over to my chair, leaning back into it taking a sip of my whiskey.

"I got a note too." He adds, my eyes instantly shoot to his, "what?" I sit up in my chair.

This could be a serious lead.

"Yeah, it's at home." I huff at his response, why wouldn't he have thought to bring it?

He surprises me everything single fucking day, he's so stupid.

It's hard to believe that this man is a retired Don.

"Can you bring me that note, I need it." I demand, it's not really a question, he nods anyways.

"Please find her." He pleads me, it honestly shocks me after how poorly he has treated her.

"Since when did you care about my mother?" I dare to ask, I'm no longer the thirteen year old who was terrified of my father, I'm the fucking boss now, if anything, I'm now stronger than him.

He aches his brow, I already know what he is thinking, but he knows better than to give me a smart ass response, probably because he knows I could kill him in seconds and never regret it.

"I always cared about her."

Lies.

"Then why the fuck when ever I would see her, she would be covered in bruises huh? I know what you would do to her." Anger evident in my tone as I drink more of my whiskey.

"I did not hit your mother."

"I know, you would fucking bash her instead." I shoot back, he glared at me.

"Don't talk to me like that." I nearly laugh.

I can do what ever the fuck I want, you know what I don't even have time for this shit.

"Get out, only come back when you have the note you were sent." My instructions were clear, and I left no room for argument.

He starts to head to the door but pauses, "Son, you need a wife, you haven't forgotten right?." My eyes flash to him.

"I haven't." I glare at him, he continues.

"You have one week before I'll get you one myself."

••

The warehouse mainly ran soothly, except for one incident, which was very minor and doesn't even need to be explained.

I head back to my room, impatient to see kitten, I've been craving her all day.

When I enter my room, I'm upset to see that she is not there, it's 11pm at night, so where the fuck is she?

Panic runs through me as I think of the worst case scenarios, I knew I needed to find her, and when I did, she was definitely going to get a fucking talking to.

I'm starting to get real fucking sick of her just running around and doing what ever the fuck she wants, she acts as if I'm wrapped around her finger.

And I'm absolutely not wrapped around anyone's finger.

I'm a fucking Mafia boss, and this girl has been turning me soft.

••

Arabella's POV

"What should we watch? Cinderella or beauty and the beast?" Maria questions me as we both sit on her bed in pyjamas.

The whole time I've been here, I've been nervous because I didn't ask Leonardo if I could even hang out with Maria let alone have a sleep over with her.