❃ 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...
Literal Meaning: Not all doughnuts come out with a hole.
Meaning: Things don't always turn out as planned.
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S H I R A ' S P O V
"What is it?" I asked. Abella sighed and adjusted the blanket on Angelo that fell below his chest. "The ball is to show everyone who's with who. To make others jealous, to create a rift between families, to show immense love or to show power." She began.
"There is a dress code. Red is for couples who are claimed, Purple are for those who have a family, Gold is for those who are engaged, Green are for newlyweds, Royal blue is for the Dons and the Mafia lords, but then there's black." Abella stated.
"And what does black represent?" I said, holding a questioning gaze. "Where you don't have a significant other and basically you're new to the ball." She explained.
"So what's the problem then?" I didn't understand what could possibly be a problem. It seemed pretty simple.
"Well, about that, there's the betting, which some people in the mafia are a part of another shady business in the ball and they bet on us to see who they can lure into their trap first and make them theirs. But apart from that, all is well, since you're not going." Abella shrugged her shoulders.
"Right? Wait, what did you say?" I said. "That you're not attending it, but I thought to tell you anyway." She yawned.
"What do you mean I'm not going? Who told you I'm not going? I never said that." I rambled on. "Woah, hold your horses. You said to Valerius you're not going so-"
"When? I didn't even know it was happening." I interrupted. "Well, he told Dante and so he told me." I knew this was Valerius's doings. I didn't like how he treated me like a little girl, I'm old enough to make my decisions.
After our talk, Abella caught me up with everything that's going on at home. Nothing too interesting. Abella still continued asking me about Valerius and I. It was like a topic that she wouldn't drop. Sienna and Angelo woke up from their power nap and were hungry.
I quickly prepared some chicken fajitas with the help of Abella. Sienna and Angelo both had two helpings and complimented us on our cooking. Abella flicked her hair and started to take all the credit. Typical Abella.
Dante came in with eyes closed and inhaling the scent. "Dios mio, that smells like heaven." He said whilst enjoying the moment. "Uncle Dante, it tastes like heaven too," Sienna called out, getting up from her seat she passed one over to him. "Thank you, cara." Dante replied, kissing her forehead.
(T: my God, darling)
My mind scrambled as I contemplated whether I should visit Valerius or not. Everyone seemed busy, Abella and Dante were getting close and the kids were now finished with their food. "Shira, you're not going to eat?" Abella asked as I got up to take the kid's plates.
