"He met her on life's darkest road;her soul became his moon"
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Luna Violetta Reyes, the 17-year-old daughter of Leonardo Alphonso Reyes: Boss of the Spanish Mafia. The next heir to the throne, known as "Angel de la Muerte" trained to...
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After school, Angelo and I decided to finish up our project for school. So right now I was home alone with Angelo, while Azriel went to go out (in reality he went to go see avena), the girls went with him (to go see the boys) and Santiago I do not now where he went he's to dramatic to catch up with.
While stretch out on the sofa and typing on the computer I feel Angelo's eyes on me, it's been going on for at least 9 minutes and it's really starting to irritating me.
"Are you gonna tell me why you've been staring at me for the past 9 minutes" i ask turning in my seat to look at him
"Mmh Im tryna figure you out" he says, I start to laugh at him "figure me out" no one has ever figured me out besides him and look where that got him. I don't need people knowing my secrets and my sins it will only get them hurt in the end.
"Well tell me when your done cause I haven't even figured myself out" I tell him "let's take a break I'm hungry" putting the laptop down I head out to the kitchen and see what to eat, finding nothing
"Are you hungry cause im going to make something cause we haven't went grocery shopping now I need to make something" I ask him while heading over to get my utilities
"Depends on what your making" heading over to the fridge I grab red peppers, tomatoes, onions, garlic, a pan and a spoon
"I'm making my grandmas pasta" turning the oven on I go and grab a sauce pan and boil the water
"I don't like pasta" he announces, I turn and look at him with a shocked expression "aren't you Italian" I ask him
"That's so stereotypical" he says
"Why don't you like pasta" I ask while I check the pasta I look over at him waiting to reply "I just never liked it my mom always made it and never turned out good for me as well as my sister even the chefs it just taste nasty" he tells me
"Omg wow, now you have to try my grandma's pasta let's see if you like it, so you cut up the peppers onions and garlic while I get the tomato sauce ready"
While preparing the meal i start to get flashbacks when I visited my abuela and abuelo. I remembered always cooking with them and having picnics out in there backyard with them. I always use to pick out the flowers she grew in her backyard and make little crowns with them and gave them to everybody and I remember I use to dance in the rain while mi abuela scolded me on how I would get sick but I didn't care I loved the feeling of being free and dancing
"Who would've thought 4yrs later my life would come crumbling to pieces"
"Luna" breaking out of my thoughts I look towards Angelo and see that's he was done cutting
"Sorry I spaced out" finishing up the sauce and adding all the chopped items and parsley I let the pasta sit for a while until it's all mixed
