𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐚 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬
What happens when two completely different worlds full of sadness, jealousy, love, hate, and temptation meet each other?
𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐚 is a closed-off girl with a talent for drawing. She's sassy...
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TODAY, I WOKE UP to birds chirping right at the window next to me. But that was ruined when I heard groaning coming from downstairs.
Standing up, I stretched my libs and then rubbed my face to fully wake up but that didn't help so I went to the bathroom and quickly washed my face with cold water which helped.
I walked toward the stairs of the house when I heard whisper-yelling in the kitchen. I wasn't about to eavesdropper, so I just made my way downstairs to the guys who were deep in a conversation, not noticing me.
I cleared my throat to get their attention. All their heads snapped to me.
"Morning, Mika. Did you sleep well?" Elijah asked and I nodded my head.
All of them were looking at me very suspiciously. "Is everything alright?" I slowly approached the counter and sat down on the stool. That's when I saw Alec behind the guys, leaning on the edge of the table. "Yeah. Totally. We are all good. We aren't doing anything," before Elijah could say anything else, Landon smacked the back of his head with his hand.
I furrowed my brows with an unsure smile and looked at every single one of them. "Listen, guys, whatever this-" I gestured around us. "-is, you don't have to tell me. So, don't worry," I grabbed my phone and began scrolling through it, ignoring their stares.
"Mikayla, we need to talk. Meet me outside," I looked back up and saw Alec leaving the house through the back door.
I stared at the guys with furrowed brows. All of them seemed nervous while scratching their neck with their hands.
I followed Alec outside in confusion. When I got outside, he was standing at his car, leaning on it and lighting up a cigar. "What happened?" I asked while stepping closer to him. He took a drag from his cigar and looked down at me.
"My father was here this morning," he puffed out the smoke and continued talking. "He wanted you. That's why the men were here yesterday. To take you," I was confused as hell.
"And what did he say?" I pressed.
He sighed. "He made a deal with Javier," my eyes widened. "What deal?"
He pitched the bridge of his nose and mumbled something I couldn't understand. "My Dad would bring you to him and in return, he would not attack our Mafia," I took a step back, not knowing if he was in for it.
"I'm not going to do something, Mika. I told him that I would never give you to him," I didn't notice that I was holding my breath when I let out a small gasp.
"But I made another deal with my father,"
With his gaze still on me, he continued speaking. "I told him that I will make you fall in love with me,"
