She was lost and so was he.
Who knew that two broken hearts can connect to one.
Arabella's world has been rigged since the day she was born. Her fate had been decided for her much longer before she even had been conceived in the womb. So it came as...
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I continue to impatiently wait at my table, my knee bouncing along with the obnoxious ticking of the clock. I glance from my blank phone and then back to the door every few seconds waiting for her to walk in. But apparently she loved to keep me waiting.
Finally the door opens, and the girl from the picture stands tall and proud as she saunters over immediately spotting me. Her short curly ginger hair sways with each step she takes.
This was the girl who I had glared so hard at when I was looking at her picture. It was the girl who I had wished was born a boy. But when she sat so persistently in front of me with a composed expression on her face, I wasn't mad, I was simply annoyed.
"Dominic." I hold my hand out politely. No matter how much I wanted to ignore her, my mother taught me manners.
"Ciara." Her Irish accent is thick but still the way she spoke was poised and calm.
The waiter comes over asking for our orders and I look over to Ciara. "I'll be quick. But if you'd like you can order something for yourself."
She waves off the waiter looking back at me. She places her chin on her hands tilting her head slightly to the side. It was something that reminded me of Arabella. "I'm not one to beat around the bush so we'll get straight to the point, Mr.Hernandez. You're going to need to end things with your little fling."
My hands balled into fists on the table and I had to contain my glare that was trying to fight its way onto my blank face. Her calm face smirks my way, making my anger increase by the second. God, she was going to be a little bitch.
"It's good to know you're also a straightforward person, Miss Byrne. It'll make this conversation end quicker.'' I glanced down at my watch knowing that each minute that passed was another minute that I was holding myself back from stabbing a fork in my eye. "I'm not in a fling. My relationship is very much real and it stands much higher on my list of priorities compared to this fucking contract out grandparents fussed out."
She straightens in her seat at my blunt words and I notice the way her eye twitches as she tries to keep her compossier. She wanted to play, well let's play.
"This contract is the only thing keeping peace between two powerful mafias. So do not undermine it. You better realize how important it is or people will die because of you. Even that little girlfriend of yours." she rolls her eyes adding quotation marks around girlfriend.
"And what about your list of boyfriends." She looks taken back by my words and I have to hold myself back from grinning so fucking wide. I loved seeing that look on peoples faces when they underestimate me. "I know that you're not some pure virgin and honestly I don't care. But our mafias will have quite a reaction when they find out."
"That matter is not important. The contract mentioned nothing of that sort. I don't have to be a virgin but you have to marry me. It's all written on that piece of paper." I notice the way she starts to become defensive, her shoulders trying to square me up. It was pathetic.
