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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Mature Content in this chapter - 18+
✰ Ａｒａｂｅｌｌａ ✰
"𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝"
"I miss you," Nicolo sighed and dug his head into his pillow. I shook my head and swung my feet from the railing.
"I know," I replied with a sigh. "I'm going to come and see you soon. I've heard if twins have been apart for too long, it can lead to a serious outcome,"
I giggled and he smirked, looking at me curiously. "You have a glow," I frowned at his words and tilted my head. "What?"
Sighing, he sat up against his headboard and pointed a finger in front of the camera. "You have a glow to you. Like a happy glow,"
Snorting, I shrug and look over my shoulder—glancing at the boy behind the glass. A phone was pressed to his ear as he spoke angrily into it, I couldn't hear him since the glass doors were closed but I could tell he was shouting.
"He told me he loves me," I said softly, looking back down at my brother—on the screen. His eyes widen as he ran a hand through his golden locks.
"And?..."
I smiled, remembering the new memory from days ago. "And I told him I loved him back,"
Nicolo dropped the phone and clapped his hands. I laughed as I watched a grin form on his face. "Finally, it took you forever to realise."
"Shush," I swatted my hand at him through the screen and he pretended to dodge it, poking his tongue out at me.
"Put that away, God knows where it's been," I mumbled and swung my legs off the railing, dropping back to the ground.
He smirked and pushed his tongue to the inside of his cheek, and I just knew what was going to come out of his mouth.
"Nicolo, I swear to Go—
"Puss—
"No!" I shouted and hung up immediately. Running a hand down my face, he then started to spam me with text messages—reminding me how rude of a sibling I was for hanging up on him.
I replied and told him I would call him later—when he wasn't being a disgustingly obnoxious dork.
With my eyes on the screen, I laugh at the new messages he sent me—without realising I bumped right into something hard.
