Mafia's Princess || ON HOLD

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"You listening?" I finally look away from Athena and that guy laughing against her lockers , turning towards Ambrose. "What?"

"That guy Dimitri, apparently he owns the Russian Mafia" he scoffs. "Wasn't it supposed to be Starkov?"

"Yeah that's what dad said" he frowns and looks at his phone again. "But the informant is sure it's Dimitri" he says.

"What was his last name?"

"Petrov"

"Ask around for that, his family"

"I will but Why did dad say it was Starkov?" He rubs the back of his head, walking towards the gym and I follow behind him.

He suddenly stops in his tracks, turning to face me. "Petrov. Petrov. I know where I've heard it" he suddenly turns around, making his way out of the school gates towards his bike and I walk towards mine, following him as he calls someone, speeding through the roads.

He stops in front of the main warehouse and gets off his bike, hurrying inside with me right behind him. He walks directly into the Shooting Range where I noticed Xavier.

He goes up to him, turning him around so he could face him. "Petrov. I remember you mentioning him when mom got a panic attack, looking at the picture. Non of you said why and shrugged it off but I'm sure you mentioned Petrov" he rants off, still holding onto Xavier's shoulder.

"Who is he?"

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"Who is he?" I smile looking at the picture on Luka's phone as we sat in French, with Felix in front of us, on his phone- which he had been since he saw Luka.

"My dad" he tells me, his eyes glistening in hope for some reason. "You look nothing like him" I say and realize it is probably offensive making me apologize and he chuckles.

"What happened with that guy in the art room tho? You sure you okay?" Felix turns around at that, raising his brow in question and I shoot a glare at Luka silently.

"Which guy Athena" At this point Felix is completely turned towards me and I sigh. "No one" he rolls his eyes at that. "The bullshit doesn't really work with me"

"Monsieur Lopez, y a-t-il quelque chose dont vous voudriez discuter avec la classe?"

(Translation: Mister Lopez, Is there anything you would like to discuss with the class?)

"Would you prefer your Dad?" He raises he brow, ignoring the teacher. "Daniel"

He just nods, turning back upfront and goes back to using his phone. "He's really protective of you huh?" Luka whispers from beside me and I nod. "But you aren't dating him?" He asks and I nod once again.

"Do you wanna skip?" He asks after a minute of silence. "Isn't it your first day here?" I ask and he chuckles. "But it really doesn't matter" he keeps his arm behind my seat.

"I won't be here long" he explains.

I look at Felix in front of me, his voice ringing through my head. Stay with a person if you're with him. I turn to Luka in a apologetical manner and shake my head. "Not today" I smile and his eyes darken a shade.

"Of course, another day yeah?"

"Yeah"

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"Take the car, I have some work to do so I'll come by later" Felix says throwing his keys towards us and Lyla catches them. "Work...at school?" She scrunches up her nose and he chuckles. "I have practice now and work later" he explains.

"I asked someone to leave a car for me so you guys can leave" he ushers us towards his car and I sit down in the passenger seat, closing my eyes.

"What happen-"

"My head hurts" I reply before she could even complete her question. She places a hand on my forehead, checking my temperature. "Did you take your medication?" She asks and I nod. "Yeah, I just feel hot-"

I take off my sweater leaving me in the thin, cropped high-neck with jeans. 

She picks up my bag and goes through my medicines, handing me some Aspirin and a bottle of water before starting the car, speeding out of the school gates while I keep my eyes shut.

"Are you sure you're okay?" She asks as cold sweat forms on my forehead making me nod. "Yeah, can you drop me off at my home tho? I'll come tomorrow, spend some time with your mom" she nods.

She stops the car but I keep my eyes closed as she places her hand on my forehead once again. "Did you take any other medication other than the one you're prescribed?" She asks worriedly as I hear the zipper of my bag opening and I shake my head.

"Let's get you to the infirmary" she says before getting out the car and opening my door.