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 ✰
"𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐧"
"That's the last of it!" Nicolo yelled, rubbing his hands down the sides of his jeans.
"Thanks for helping me guys," I smiled, looking between my four friends.
Blondie ruffled my hair and loosely hung his arm around my shoulder. "No problem,"
"Yeah, you owe me, Bells," Nico pointed a lazy finger at me, giving me a sarcastic stern look. "Nicolo you owe me many things, this was only the first of the few," I rolled my eyes.
He ignored me and walked back inside the home. "When's Roey boy coming?"
"Roey what?" I exclaimed, looking at Kara strangely. She shrugged and ran her acrylic nails through her endless, curly hair.
"It was the first nickname that came to my head..."
I scoffed and turned to look at the two vans stacked with all my belongings in them. "You guys can head off now, thank you!" I said to the drivers Roman had sent.
They both nodded and proceeded to their cars. "He should be coming in thirty, he had a meeting to go to," I replied to Kara's previous question, shifting my head around to face her.
She nodded and sat down on the stairs, and I came beside her.
"Are you excited?" She ran her long nails down my back and I sighed, dramatically tilting my head back at the feeling. "Mhm," I replied, oblivious in my state.
She laughed and continued to relax me. "This is a big step for you Bella,"
I opened my eyes and looked at her from the corner. "I know."
"And you're sure you are ready?"
Without even thinking about it, I nodded.
When Roman asked me to move in with him only a few weeks ago, I was shocked. Thankful that it wasn't a breakup but rather the opposite—I was still completely surprised.
Yet, I didn't hesitate to answer with a yes.
We practically lived together anyways, I'd sleepover at his house or he'd stay with me—either way, we were always together, simply never getting enough.
He seemed a little surprised by my quick answer, he looked at me in a daze—which I found adorable—and then he simply got up and kissed me, quite passionately.
My love for him will never end, neither will my love for his cosy hugs and ruthless fuc—
