Saint's POV
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I felt like I waited for hours on her to get back.
I didn't have feelings for Aria, I would never say something like that. I would be lying if I say I haven't grown to like being around her, though. Aria and her friends have always been the loud, wild, troublemakers. Sure there's never any evidence, but everyone knows it's them. I always thought Aria was the bitchiest of the group. I still think she is, I've just come to learn that it suits her.
She's also different when she's by herself. She's still wild and crazy, but she tones it down from an eleven to an eight. She jokes around, comes up with creative pranks. Hell, some of them are so creative they scare me. Normally after I hook up with a girl, I'm walking out of the door before they're even dressed. With her though, I keep finding myself wanting to stay.
I know it sounds cheesy and stupid, but I like sleeping with her. Fucking her? Definitely, but also just sleeping. I like how she curls into me as she doses off, like she wants me to protect her. One night, I was up thinking and she started talking in her sleep. I couldn't help but talk back, just to see what goes through her mind at night. I sat there for almost thirty minutes, listening to her explain why grasshoppers should be able to drive cars.
I waited until almost midnight to hear from Aria. I knew she had to be back by now. Even if her parents were pissed off at her, they wouldn't pull her out of school. I decided to just go to her dorm room and see if she was back yet, but I stopped when I opened my door. My hoodie was folded right in front of it, the one I had given to her. A bright pink sticky note laid on top of it.
"Fuck you"
What the fuck?
We were fine until she left, which only meant one thing.
Those fucking Italians.
Something must've been said over their dinner that made her angry with me, with my family. They always act so fucking entitled because they're in the top four, like the Americans aren't as well. I knew there was a reason I didn't want her to go tonight. Deep down, I knew it would fuck everything up.
Being around your family, especially families that are a powerhouse for their nations, it comes with a sense of pride. A sense of pride that could easily be lost with the slightest missteps. Sometimes, our pride is hurt by ourselves, knowing we did something we shouldn't. When our families get involved, it's much worse.
I remember the first time I brought a girl home. I was fifteen and had met her in Brazil. I thought I was head over heels for her, that it would be worth bringing her into this life. My father though, he thought I was a disgrace. He told me if I wasn't going to marry someone from our world, the least I could do was marry someone from our country. Since then, I've vowed to never be with anyone. If I marry someone from our world or country, then I'm just some little bitch following his rules. If I don't though, then I'll have to face the shame of disappointing my father and disgracing my family.
My father and I have never gotten along. It wasn't because he was necessarily a cruel man or that he beat me, he just never cared to be a father. My parents had their first kid when they were still kids themselves. Instead of holding his new born son, he was busy with work. I was born a few years after the war between our parents ended, but the American mafia was still working hard to keep up and maintain their rankings. My father is always worried about the mafia and how we are viewed by others. Like I said, one misstep and I could lose my title, hell maybe even my life.
I didn't like him, but at the end of the day he was still my father. No matter how much I hated it, I would do anything to earn his praise. Maybe it's an heir thing, maybe it's a kid thing. I don't know but, at the moment, I didn't care. I was so angered that I did the one thing I could think of, earning me both praise and revenge.
I called my father.
"Hello?" his tired voice rang through the phone. It was midnight, but I can guarantee you he is still in his office doing paperwork.
"Father."
"Saint, why are you calling?"
"I think I may have some information."
"On who?"
"The Italians." The line was silent for a long moment. I had to pull my phone away from my ear to make sure the line didn't disconnect.
"Listen to me, my son." He finally sighed. "Choose your next words very carefully."
"I think the Italians are planning something. Aria and I have been on...decent terms lately, until tonight. She went to dinner with her parents and now she's flipped on me."
"Are you sure she's not just being a hormonal teenager?"
"Yes, we talked right before she left and everything was fine."
"Saint, if the Italians have said or done something against us, it entails a break in the treaty and will inevitably lead to another war. Are you willing to risk exploring this over a teenage girls emotions?"
"I'm willing to risk anything in order to protect my mafia. I don't care if I have to put the whole Russo family down in order to do so. The better question is, are you willing to risk everything?" He was silent and he knew I was right.
The Italians are ranked number one in the crime world, followed by Russia, China, and then America. My father tries his hardest to maintain a spot in the top four and do nothing but sit on his throne. He never wants to be involved in any action, he never wants to take any risk.
"Fine." He made his decision. "Investigate the matter and report back to me. Make sure you use the utmost discretion. If the Italians even think we're making moves they will kill us all. I won't risk my life on mere suspicion but if you would like to risk yours then be my guest."
With that, he ended the phone call.
I had gone to the roof to talk to him, but walked back to my dorm room after. On my way back, I noticed Helena leaving her brother's room. I never talk to her but, whenever we normally catch eyes, she glares at me. This time however, she smirked. I stopped, furrowing my brows at her, which just earned me a laugh as she walked closer.
"Saint."
"Helena?"
"I haven't seen you around lately."
"I didn't know you were looking for me."
"I wasn't, it was just an observation."
"Okay?"
"Little tip?"
"I'll pass." I started to walk past her and back to my room.
"If you're trying to keep a secret, maybe don't cover her in hickeys and love bites." I froze, quickly turning back to look at her and only seeing a smirk. "Or at least put them in places that can be hidden." She shrugged.
"You know?"
"I'm her best friend, of course I know."
"She didn't tell me you know."
"Well, like I said, I'm her best friend. She doesn't know that I know."
"How exactly did you know?"
"That's for me to know." She laughs, walking up to me again. "Look I'll keep your secret. Just don't tell her you know that I know."
"What?" All of this who knows what shit was really starting to piss me off. She just shook her head, walking away.
"Goodnight, Saint."
"Yeah." I sigh, once again walking back to my dorm.
When I open the door, I'm quickly met with my roommate, fucking bare ass naked, and some random blonde who was clearly drunk out of her mind and couldn't stop giggling.
"Fucking hell!" I yell, quickly slamming the door closed.
This is just fucking great.
First, I'm not welcome in Aria's room and now I'm definitely not welcome in my own.
It's too late for me to find another bed to sleep in, meaning I'm stuck on the couch in the common room. The only thing worse than this shit is that I have to be up at 4:00am for fucking Omertà.
I swear, I can never catch a fucking break...
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Hey Loves, Sorry for not posting in a min! Check my twitter for why lol. I figured you guys would like Saint's POV and getting an insight on his feelings. The next chapter will be out tomorrow but I think you guys will like it. All I'm gonna say is that we will finally see what all Aria inherited from her mother, as well as something that's gonna stir shit up lol. Anywayssss, I love you besties <3 Comment and Vote!