❃ The Mob Boss and The French Mafia Princess ❃
"Shira," I warned, "Come any closer and I will stop the car right here and fuck you," I spoke with a stern tone, my hands gripped on to the steering wheel so hard my knuckles begged to come out. "Valeri...
Meaning 'best wishes'. This word is used to say (and sing) happy birthday, as well as saying Merry Christmas and Happy Easter.
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S H I R A ' S P O V
As if he could see my soul leaving he chuckled, his white teeth displayed in order not even one was slightly tilted or shade different from the others. His laugh was sexy. Someone tell me what's not sexy about him?
"You know it's rude to talk to someone like that, especially to me since I'm letting you stay here." He lectured as he played with the wire of a phone charger in his hands.
One part of me wanted to apologise but it's not my fault he walked in at the wrong time. The other part of me told me to fuck it and set his facts straight, which is exactly what I went for.
"Well firstly it's not my fault that you walked in at the wrong time and for your kind information it's Nailea and Matteo that's letting me stay here not you, you may be the Don of the Italian Mafia when you are working but you're just an ordinary person to me. Capire?" I retorted.
(T: Understood?)
I made my way back to the walk-in wardrobe to put the remaining clothes inside, leaving him stunned and anger filling up in his eyes, little did I know what was going to happen next.
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Closing the door to the walk-in wardrobe gently, I was spun around to face a very pissed off looking Valerius. He held both of my upper arms in his large firm hands, which I was sure would leave bruises.
He pushed me hard against the white wooden door, I hissed as the pain throbbed in my back but I brushed it off. His tall frame looked down on me. He was about 6'4 and I was 5'5. His dishevelled hair fell perfectly on his face as he towered over me.
"Let go of me, Valerius!" Clenching my fists, I squirmed in his arms trying to free myself from his hold but he gripped me with so much force that I surrendered and stared into the depth of his ocean eyes.
"Listen, tesoro, you are starting to piss me off," He seethed as one of his firm hands let go to palm the door behind me, caging me. His eyes held back so much anger that I guess no one had the audacity to talk to him like that.
(T: sweetheart)
"Looks like I already have" I rolled my eyes, returning to look back at him with a killer's look. "You find this funny don't you?" At this moment his pupils dilated with frustration but me being me, I wanted to keep going as I found it amusing, his hand slowly crept up my neck and held it there.
"Are you nervous, tesoro?" He whispered as his face inched closer towards my exposed neck. My breathing became uneven as his breath fanned against my sweet spot making the goosebumps coat my arms.
