❃ The Mob Boss and The French Mafia Princess ❃
"Shira," I warned, "Come any closer and I will stop the car right here and fuck you," I spoke with a stern tone, my hands gripped on to the steering wheel so hard my knuckles begged to come out. "Valeri...
This means a kind of effortless elegance. To be a true sprezzatura you should make sure you are not trying too hard.
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!THIRD POV IS ONLY AVAILABLE FOR CHAPTERS 1 AND 2!
The grass on her soles was soft on soft, the gentle tickles as the wind brushed each strand moved to the rhythm of the summer breeze as easily as her raven black hair, which shone like the Northern lights as the auroral star shone down on her. Shira gently turned the pages of the photo album she had in her hand.
Remembering those precious moments when she was only a small little girl and her papa would carry her on his shoulder and her mama would hold her hand and take her to the park every Saturday to feed the fishes and ducks that swam elegantly in the river.
"Shira, chérie, dinner is ready." Her Papa called. Shira carefully closed the photo album and stood up from her spot to walk into the mansion she grew up in. The spot she sat was a place which her Papa designed as she always wanted a place where she can be left alone as she thought sometimes it's good to be alone.
"Oui Papa, j'arrive." She said, walking in, she was hit with the aromatic smell of her mama's cooking, which always managed to intoxicate her. It was better than alcohol.
(T: Yes Papa, I'm coming.)
The table was set up with many cooking pots that emitted their specific smells into the room. Her 4 other siblings all sat down in their specific places and hers was next to her younger sister, Abella.
Shira was the oldest daughter in the family. Her brother, Alexandre was the oldest and heir of the French mafia. Then it was Shira. Then came Abella and Louis, they are twins and last but not least the devil's child, as her mama says, Ace. Despite being the oldest daughter of the second greatest Mafia family she was invisible to the Mafia world. It was like she didn't belong there.
Shira was a girl who wasn't the slightest bit interested in the family's business. However, her father, Theo Lamoreaux, agreed to her request but taught her self defence. She enjoyed it so she continued and was the strongest female in the family but promised she would only use it for self-defence, nothing else.
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After dinner, Shira helped clear the table. As if she was a supernatural being she already knew her papa was watching her. "Papa, are you ok?" She soothingly spoke as she turned around to meet her father's fearsome tiger eyes but these eyes have always shown love towards her.
Wrapping her arms around her papa, she felt the father's warmth radiate off of him. Inhaling the smell of his favourite cologne, she smiled and instantly felt relaxed.
"Oui, chérie, I wanted to talk to you about something." His soft voice spoke. She brought herself to pull away from his embrace to look at him.
