The so called princess of the French Mafia and the one and only heir to the Italian Mafia make a contract sealed in marrige. While Vincent Enzo Gallo only sees a spoiled princess who dreams of money, what happens when this French jewel breaks down h...
"Oh quit being so cocky."I grumbled pushing him slightly, drinking my coffee. Right on cue I got a text from my brother.
'There is no way in hell that you ran away and now your just living in your fiancee's house. You have to visit us sometime.'
I shook my head, Pierre was always so dramatic and stupid. I left a note for him in his room before I left but the idiot didn't find it.
"Oh we have to talk so come sit." Vincent ordered taking a seat on a bar stool that was placed by the island. I was about to go sit but then right on cue, there was a buzz in my hand. Checking my phone, the ID lit up with Marco's name. Without thinking I answered the call, a big grin made an appearance on my face.
"Marco! Comment allez-vouis? Comment etait a propsition? (How are you? How was the promposal?)" I switched to french taking note of Vincent's presence.
"Hello love, switch to facetime I wanna show you! I haven't asked her yet since she wasn't here today but that gave me time to make finishing touches to the thingy." I could hear the smile in his voice.
"Bien sur mais parler en francais il y en a d'autre autour et je ne peux m'en sortir. (Of course but speak in french there are others around and I can't get away)" I rolled my eyes at Vincent's glare, since I completely blew him off.
Marco showed up on FaceTime, shirtless as usual. It was afternoon so that meant he just came home from football practice.
"Mattez une chemise sure I'idiot (Put a shirt on idiot)." I chuckled as he ignored me bending down to pick up what looked to be his promposal.
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"OH MY GOD THAT'S SO CUTE!!!" I squealed, slightly startling Vince. "J'edores les ours en peluche! (I love stuffed bears)" I marveled at the adorable setup.
"Mais mes muscles scellent vraiment l'affaire. (My muscles really seal the deal, lets be honest)" He grinned showing off. Marko's french wasn't the best but Maria made him at least know and understand it ever since they were kids, so even if he messes up a bit when he speaks, it's more than enough for me that he understands. Marko and I chuckled and joked and then I watched his face fall from a happy grin into a scowl and I tilted my head confused.
"Whats wrong?" I asked, but before I knew it, two arms were around me and Vince was resting his chin on my head.
"Gioiello, I told you we needed to talk, I don't like waiting." He smirked looking at Marco. I scoffed and picked up the phone.
"Marco hon, I'll call you back, and it looks brilliant she can't say no." I gave him a smile and quickly hung up.
"Okay get off." I scowled, not liking the way Vincent was going about this. I tried walking away but his grip tightened, not in a rough way but just more firm.
