[This is the second book of the "Mrs. Mafia" trilogy]
It's been two years since Napoleon DiStefano was born and it's all been absolutely amazing for Apollo and Arabella DiStefano. The family has been the happiest since they lost a vital member, peop...
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"Woah," the black smokey eye makeup made her green orbs pop up and the red lipstick just wraps up her look with a chef's kiss.
"You look like a Queen, Arabella," Apollo told approaching his wife.
"I told you I had to wear this gown," a big smile appeared on her lips.
"And you're never wrong," Apollo kissed his wife and then stood beside her with his right arm around her waist.
"Thank you for taking care of my little prince," the woman squatted down and Napoleon leaped to her with a grin on his face. "How did your uncle treat you, piccolo?"
"He best!" Napoleon exclaimed.
I chuckled "You and little Artemis are so much fun to be–" my phone rang and I immediately knew who it was. "Excuse me," I stepped away and pressed the green button on my screen. "Santino?"
"Hi, Ilya," he said. "Long time no see."
"Yeah," I looked around. "What do you need?"
The man on the other side of the line cleared his throat "Is that Dior or Armani you're wearing?"
My right eyebrow arched as my eyes scanned the room for the Italian man; he was standing by the bar with flute in his right hand "Dior," I hung up and walked up to him with a smile on my face. "I didn't know you were coming."
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