"ANTIANNA MIA CORLEONE I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU."
Alejandro was sitting in his office armchair, his face pinkish red, his jaw clenched, his glare burning through Anta's cowering ones.
"YOU PROMISED YOU WOULD NOT DRINK. YOU CRASHED A PRIVATE PLANE. I-"
"Mr. Corleone," Lorenzo cleared his throat, "if I may."
Lorenzo Giraspi smirked at Anta. She glared back at him.
"It was my fault as well. I did not think clearly and contact her family. Instead, I brought on my private jet. Which," he grinned at Anta, "was not the best idea."
"No, it is I that must apologize," Alejandro sighed, "I will pay for all the damage and the-"
"No need for that," Lorenzo waved off.
His eyes were filled with amusement as he grinned at Anta.
"I think," Lorenzo looked back at Alejandro, "I'd like her to pay me back."
"What?" Anta snapped at him, "I am not giving you a cent of-"
"Not money, babe," he smirked.
She gasped.
"You are a horrendous and perverted-"
"Antianna! Let Mr. Giraspi speak." Alejandro gave her a warning look.
"Private lessons," Lorenzo Giraspi chirped, "for airplane flying. I'll teach her. I'd enjoy sweetheart's company."
"I'm Antianna to you and I do not need any-"
"It is extremely kind of you," Alejandro nodded, "to not ask for anything. Of course, Antianna would love to accompany you."
He glared at his sister who glared at Lorenzo.
"It's settled then," Lorenzo clapped his hands together, "see you next Thursday, sweetheart!"
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Alejandro
I sat in my room chair, my tired head throbbing.
The first time in Las Vegas, Anta blew up a mansion. She had slept with some man who chased after her the next morning and she blew up his home to escape him.
And yesterday she crashed a plane. A private jet.
I sighed, slouching down on my stiff chair.
She had bickered with Lorenzo the whole time.
I had no idea what to do with her...
A knock came from the door.
"Not now!" I huffed in irritation.
I thought I told everyone to stay awa-
"It's me, Lei."
Lei?
I sat up.
Walking over, I opened the door slowly.
Sure enough, Lei was standing there in a small blue dress.
"Hi Reptile."
"Now's not a good time." I sighed.
"You said I could read you the stories," she smiled, "the fairytale book from Christmas."
"Fine," I answered, looking at her pleading eyes.
Her hazel eyes...
She plopped down on the mattress of the bed.
I sighed, closing the door and sitting down with her.
YOU ARE READING
A Favor To Fulfill (MAFIA MYSTERY ROMANCE)
RomanceHe was the Don of the Corleone Mafia. She was a small town bakery owner. One night, she asked him for a favor that changed his life, forever. What was the favor? Does it spark something more? Will it cause wars between the mafias? What's the real r...
