*COLE'S POV*
I truly dislike European mafias. I don't like what they stand for or their attitude. Raphael Milieu is one arrogant motherfucker. He's patronizing by all means. He's also one of my father's largest business partner.
This meeting was going to be slightly different than all the rest. All of the leaders would meet tomorrow morning.
Concursu Mundi
In its home language; Collision of Worlds is what it translates to. It happens every five years and I dread it each time. The last one was just three years ago. Milieu called me early this morning saying that a problem has emerged in France and Italy, therefore he's decided to call for an earlier meeting.
I don't like France; I hate the smell of the air there. It smells of poverty and corruption, but then again all of Europe does. I guess when you've seen all of the bad parts of a country. The good just looks forged.
Like they're trying to hide something and I've seen what it is
I'm not heartless, I've seen the sunset behind the Effiel tower. I've seen the small bakeries each street corner with small details that make each extraordinarily beautiful. I've heard the array of laughs over a latte, speaking only of how wonderful people's lunch break is. I know the beauty of the country, but I also know the bad.
"We shall land in 15 minutes."
The intercom interrupts into the room.
The girls were asleep. Rose rested peacefully on my chest. A smile grazes my face at her shifting under me. Her messy hair framed her face perfectly. She'd decided on wearing a light white dress and sandals despite me saying the towel was fine.
I chuckle to myself at the memory of our banter in the morning. Elijah clears his throat to grab my attention. I shoot him a glare before talking.
"Get your shit together we're almost," I mumble, trying my best to put my computer in my bag without waking Rose.
"Sorry did I disturb the lovesick puppy," Elijah taunts, chuckling to himself.
I swear he thinks he's so funny
"I'll still kick your ass." I chuckle along with him.
"Are we close?" Angelina stirs as she removes her head from Elijah's shoulder. I can see the glaze of adornment cross his eyes.
He's had a thing for her ever since I recruited her a few years back. Although he hasn't spoken about it or acted out his feelings. Admiration is something not even the eyes can hide.
Elijah answers her, explaining that we'll be there very soon. Then their conversation becomes slightly lower. I don't mind, I'm not one to third wheel.
"Princesa," I nudge softly at the beauty on my chest.
(Princess)
She gives me a quick hum, "Yes?"
"Wake up, baby, we're almost there."
She sits all the way up but rests her head on my shoulder. I wrap my arm around her.
"How long did I sleep?" Yawning she puts her shoes back on.
"10 hours."
Rose is cut off by the pilot coming over the intercom again.
"Please stay in your seats as we are landing now."
"I've been craving coffee for a while now," Angelina smiles.
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Beautifully Broken
Romance"I'm fine," I state rather bluntly. "You don't look fine." "Then stop looking." He chuckles, and damn does he. His voice is dessert for the ears, his face is candy for the eyes. If I wasn't so pissed off I might've swooned over him. "How can I? Whe...
