The Under Boss's Ballerina [18+]

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I sat patiently with the lady perched up on my lap as she squinted, frowned and finally sighed.

I didn't want to pressurize her.

Furthermore, I didn't want to push her into a hole. To life she desperately wants to leave behind.

For whatever reason that she doesn't want to share with me.

"Alessio Don-"

Ariel's soothing voice gets interrupted by the buzzing sound of my vibrating phone. Looking at her, I make sure if she is alright to hold the information a while longer.

I mean- it's only Roman.

"I don't mind." The woman offered me a smile as I handed her the bowl of desert she brought me.

"Boss." I answered the call watching Ariel take a spoonful of the semi melted vanilla ice cream with a bite of the peach.

"Angelo." Roman's impassive tone comes from the other. "I will be needing you at the club tonight, brother."

"Il club?" I ask frowning. "Sí, c'è qualcosa che non va?"

(The club?... Yes, any thing the matter?)

"No." Roman replies. "Non c'e 'niente.  Volevo discutere di qualcosa con te.  personalmente."

(Nothing the matter. I wanted to discuss something with you. personally.)

"Qualcosa di personale?" I ask, a hint of smirk playing across my mouth.

(Something personal?)

I hear the man on the other end sigh. "Not- not something personal. Personally- Angelo."

"Fine." I reply defensively. "Personally. I'll be there, sí?"

"Sí." He replies ending our call making me toss the device back in the table, returning my hands to Ariel's hips as she feasted on the vanilla ice cream.

"What did he say?" She asks intrusive to her tone.

"Just that he wanted to discuss something with me. Personally." I say.

Ariel nodded taking another of the desert that was supposed to be mine.

Nevertheless, I do not mind. Vanilla ice cream was something I detested as a kid.

For some absurd and unexplainable reason I inherited mama Cora's absolute chaotic sweet tooth.

I'm not sure how to explain that inheritance. I'm no scientist.

But vanilla was certainly not my flavour, but than again, it was the peaches.

Definitely the peaches.

"Do you fancy a bite?" Ariel asked, aware of my eyes fixated on her.

"No, grazie." I decline, my mouth curling up in a slight smile.