THE MAFIA'S MISTAKE.
The complicated story of a girl who was wrongfully taken, and a guy who cant seem to let go.
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Hiii, this book is my fourth, but is NOT related to the De'Marco books.
PLEASE READ THE NOTE AT THE BEGINNING FIR...
Her eyes. The pupil is big, dark gray in colour, filled with an innocent gleam, her eyes filled with tears, waiting to fall.
I've never had trouble saying no to anyone, I can be very brutal. She just looks at you a certain way, most people would put they're heart at her feet.
I have more control though.
I quickly let go of her hand, stepping away.
"Leave" I spit. Her eyebrows furrow.
"B-"
"LEAVE" She jumps in her chair, standing up then waddling out, closing the door behind her.
ARABELLA'S POV
I walk out of the room quickly, and back towards the room I came out of.
I close the door and look around.
This is the nicest room ever. The bed is big, covering alot of space with two nightstands. There's a window seat on one corner, and to sets of double doors on the other side.
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I walk to one of them and open it to reveal a beautiful bathroom. The lights are everywhere making it look glorious, it even has a double sink and a a huge shower.
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I look down at my clothes, scrunching up my nose.
I feel myself become angry at my situation. It HIS fault im here. HE'S the one keeping me here. And he gets to yell? Hell no, I dont take peoples bs.
Thats what my therapist used to make me say.
In my state of anger, I storm out of the room, and back into his office, he was standing with his back to the door looking at something on his desk, but turns around when i walk in.
I stomp up to him, really close, our chest almost touching, he's much, much taller than me, I mean atleast a foot and usually Id be scared but im annoyed and tired.
"You listen to me Sir, im not the one at fault here, YOU are so im going to ask you to not be mean, dont yell at me and I need my things. Go to my dorm, I don't care, i want my clothes, my shoes, my jewellery, my perfumes, lotions, Everything! I spent a long time collecting all that and I want it back! AND I want to do college online, I dont care what you say its MY life and YOU cant control me!" My voice is raised and kinda scary. It fluctuates from loud to really loud on some words.
But he doesn't look scared. Amused more like.
"Stop smirking, im really mad right now" i fume.
He starts slowly walking into me, making me back up. He walks till i cant step back anymore, my bum hitting the door and I press my back against it.
Hes so so close to me, he leans down, face inches away from mine. Hand beside my head on the door. Giving me a little push.
"Who do you think you're talking to mia cara? Im the Don, sì? Im also an impatient man, anger comes to me rather quickly, next time, speak to me with respect, Im not your dad, im not taking your bull shit" he says darkly. The dad remark stung. He inhales then exhales on my neck, making me squirm.
"Ill get you your things, but I do as I fucking please, do not test me like that again, dont want to see you lose life in those pretty eyes, sì?" He whispers. I look at him in shock.
He said what?
Giving me a final push, he backs up.
"Go to your room, ill have someone bring you a change of clothes and food, you're allowed to walk around the estate, but stay out of trouble, if you try to run, they'll shoot you, point blank, so dont." He says. I start turning to walk out but he speaks again. "And behave" he emphasises.
I roll my eyes, "Now whos acting like my father" i whisper.
