❃ 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 'breathtaking'. This literal word comes from mozzare, meaning to cut or chop off and fiato, meaning breath. It can be used when talking about a particularly beautiful work of art or a scenic view.
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S H I R A ' S P O V
"Ready to go, ma chérie?" Papa asked as he opened the front door. I nodded in response and let the summer sun embrace me. The awakening smell of the lavenders that was perfectly placed in mama's marble vase on each corner of the inside of the house was now driven away as the door closed behind me.
(Translation: my darling)
"Bonjour monsieur et mademoiselle?" My bodyguard, Riccardo, greeted me. Stepping out of my trance I smiled and shook my head in disappointment.
(Translation: Hello, Sir and Miss)
"Riccardo enough with the formalities, it's just Shira" I lectured as I stared into his clouded eyes which were always mesmerizing. He stared at my father to look for confirmation. Repeating his action I looked at my father with puppy eyes and unsurprisingly it worked. It always works, he can't say no to me.
Papa didn't like any of his men to call me by my first name, he thought they would make a move on me so he made sure they called me 'miss' or 'Mademoiselle'. But that doesn't apply to Riccardo anymore and plus he's gay. His boyfriend Alejandro is basically the male version of Abella. Horny.
So that was one of the rules and he had many more. The one that got to me is that he ensured they wouldn't stare too long at me, Papa has always been the overprotective type and when mama says he is, he denies it. Papa and Alexandre have the same mentality, which scares me. They are both overprotective and both made sure I go to an all-girls high school so I didn't have a boyfriend.
Once when I told Papa I wanted to go shopping, he told me to take Alexandre, I didn't want him to come but I knew he wouldn't let me ever go shopping if I didn't, so I complied. Anyway, after grabbing a few of my essential items we went to grab something to drink and so I went to order, Alexandre stayed in the car, I was doing so the cashier put his number on my milkshake and gave me a wink. I smiled back at him and left.
Returning to the car, I gave Alexandre his coffee but he wanted to try some of my milkshake, which resulted in him seeing the number of the guy at the coffee shop and he went ballistic and when I said ballistic the poor cashier got his face turned to his ass. Literally. I was pissed off at Alexandre but I was angrier at Papa as he was fired the next day. At least he won't be embarrassed to go to that place ever again I guess...
I'm very excited to see the Santis's today. It's been three years since I last met them. That's because I went to Lyon to volunteer at an adoption centre. Ever since I was little I was always persistent to see the world and how people live. I never had a naive mind as the Mafia world was a place where either you're at the table or you're on the menu.
