❃ 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...
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"Chérie? Don't cry, look, you have to be strong and I know you can do that. Papa didn't raise you to break easily." My tears died down leaving the traces behind. I spilt everything, everything that my breaking heart couldn't hold. Since I found out about my sudden 'infertility' I first and foremostly told my parents and they arranged for me to go to Paris.
I hummed and he began to soothe me with his words. "Chérie, what time did you last eat?" He asked as he knew that I needed to eat because sleeping with an empty stomach makes me groggy in the mornings.
"About 4 hours ago," I said timidly. I did begin to feel hungry but I didn't want to go downstairs. "Chérie, have something to eat. I'll call you tomorrow. Also, Maman and I have something to tell you but we will explain soon."
"Ok Papa, take care, bonne nuit. Bisous." I said sadly. Just as the call ended, a gentle knock tapped on my locked door. I froze because I didn't feel like seeing anyone for the time being. Another soft knock tapped again.
(T: goodnight, kisses)
"Amore mio, are you ok?" Angelo spoke in his sweet loving voice. I was awed by his cute gesture. "Yes, mon chéri," I shuffled from my bed heading to my door, as I was about to open the door a note slipped through.
I opened it and it was a drawing of a flower with a yellow sun in the corner drawn by Sienna as I know the way she draws her flowers which always consisted of pink petals and a bright yellow pistil whereas, Angelo would draw a rose. A little message was written using a blue crayon.
Don't cry Shwira, we love you.
Despite the little mistakes, I smiled and my heart warmed at the cute letter in my hands. I unlocked my door and came face to face with a concerned-looking Valerius. I looked away from his eyes, trying to find Angelo, who was nowhere to be found.
"Um, where's Angelo?" I asked, still not looking at him. "I...Um... I kinda used him to...check up on you because I knew you wouldn't have opened up if I was going to ask you." Valerius stammered, his ears turning red.
"Oh, um I'm fine now, thanks." I smiled awkwardly. Valerius looked down on me and pulled my chin up, as if reading me like an open book he disagreed. I was about to enter my room again and close the door when Valerius placed his foot against the door.
"You're not fine and you need to eat!" Valerius yelled, he grabbed my wrist hard but not hard enough to leave a mark. He dragged me out of my room and took me into his.
Once he pulled me into his room, he dragged me to the balcony area. I was hit with the smell of chicken casserole, the smell of fresh vegetables and the strong scent of chicken wafted through my lungs. It smelt delicious.
