Arabella Malik, the lethal American mob boss's daughter.
The beauty of the nineteen-year-old was well-known. Her hourglass figure and glowing grey eyes-which mirrored her father's, had practically everyone praising the ground she walked on.
Arabella...
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✰Ａｒａｂｅｌｌａ✰
"𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞"
The next morning, I was awakened by a knock at my door. The knocks continued, and I groaned into my pillow from frustration.
Can't a woman get her beauty sleep?
"What!" I screamed.
Nicolo's laugh sounded from the other side, making me want to rip my hair out due to the obnoxious boy.
"Bella, it's noon. Dad wants to talk to us about something, so get up." He yells through the closed door.
"Fine," I say, "I'll be down soon."
I mentally sighed as I heard his retrieving footsteps.
I grumble and get out of bed, allowing the cool air to brush my skin. I walk over to the bathroom, allowing my feet to lead the way.
I ran a hand through my hair and turned to the mirror. I turned on the faucet and then reached to grab my toothbrush and toothpaste.
After cleaning myself up, I walked back out of the bathroom and into my closet.
I browsed through my clothes and chose an oversized graphic t-shirt and a pair of black cotton boyshorts. I didn't have anywhere to go today, so I dressed in my 'home' clothing.
Before leaving my room, I grabbed my phone and placed it in my back pocket and then walked out and locked my bedroom door.
I walked through the silent corridors until I came to the spiral staircase. I could hear distant sounds from the living room as I headed down.
Sparking my curiosity, I moved closer to the commotion until my gaze landed on my father, uncle Andre, and Nicolo who were all seated in the living room. Nicolo and Uncle Dre were conversing, and my Father was on the phone with someone.
When I walked in and made myself present, everyone's attention was drawn to me, and my uncle gasped.
"There's my favourite goddaughter!" He jumps out of his seat and walks over to me, grinning.
He pulls me into one of his bear hugs, "I'm your only goddaughter, Andre," I laugh and shake my head at him.
Uncle Andre was my father's best friend, he's been in my father's Mafia for nearly forever. My mother told me about their other best friend, but things didn't work out for him since he allegedly betrayed both my uncle and father, which neither of us appreciated.
He pulls away and kisses my forehead while smiling down at me, Uncle Dre was a very decent looking man if I do say so, however, the poor guy was still single.
We returned to the sofas, and I took a seat next to Nicolo, who wrapped his arm around my shoulder as we sat across from uncle dre and our father.
Dad had gotten off the phone and turned to us with his customary stern stare. "Why are we here?" I question looking at them both.
