❃ 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...
To escape the heat of the midday sun by resting in the shade.
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(TW: BLOOD)
S H I R A ' S P O V
It has been two hours and the banging, moaning and screaming still hasn't stopped. The sound of Grace's moan was slowly draining my life out. Despite the feeling of anger, I felt disappointed and played.
The meaningless quote that Valerius said to be replayed over and over again: "You're mine. Only mine." More like his to play with. Asshole.
If that fils de pute keeps forgetting that I am also a Lamoureaux, I won't hesitate to show my wrath and as they say 'Never piss off a Lamoureaux else the next thing you know you're in a coffin or burnt.'
(T: son of a bitch)
The constant sound of their bodies slamming echoed and vibrated off the walls. I could guarantee if they keep up the walls will break. I decided to check my phone since I haven't checked it all day today.
"AAHHH, yes! Yes!. Valerius." I took my pillow and screamed into it while tears flowed from my eyes. Seriously, all I want to do is sleep. Irritation was slowly building up inside of me. I was close to storming out of my room and walking in. I would have castrated him and sewed her mouth shut.
After crying for a while my head began to hurt. I tried to find a good position to sleep in but all failed. I turned on my stomach with my right leg bent, I closed my eyes and placed my earphones in my ears while listening to rain music, not knowing when sleep embraced me.
Valerius De Santis games on.
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As the dying summer sun beamed in the room, I stretched my arms to feel another body next to mine. I opened my eyes to be greeted with a cute Angelo. His eyes closed with his long dark eyelashes draping on his round cheeks. I ran my fingers through his hair and kissed his forehead. "Buongiorno Amore mio" Angelo yawned looking a little groggy.
"Bonjour petit gâteau , when did you come?" I asked while kissing him again. "During the night, I couldn't sleep," Angelo rubbed his tired eyes, allowing them to adjust to the light.
(T: Good morning, cupcake)
"Me too, petit gâteau, where's Sienna?" I said while remembering the animalistic sounds from last night."She slept with Chiara," Angelo replied. "Ok. Let's get ready and have some yummy breakfast." I said joyfully while giving Angelo an Eskimo kiss.
"Yay." Angelo cheered, jumping off the bed and running out the day making me smile at his cuteness. "Stai attento Angelo," I warned softly so he wouldn't trip but you know how kids are, they never listen.
