Taming The Mafia Princess

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flowers first. Instead, it chose to attack me with

groaned, twisting the sto

ick. Clic

a pressure as if my willpower co

l no

s louder than any alarm clock. Behind me, the dining r

, his chair scraping violently agains

his cheeks puffed out like a hamster's

ave one in your

entirely and running around the table. Vlad chased him arou

ing it f

om

ed the universe for was five peaceful minutes to fry eggs and drink coffee. Was that t

She walked past me and headed for the stove, attempting to light the burner herself, but the burner remained s

s finished

y decorating his work overalls. He had been active since five in th

after my shift, my dear," Dad offered

ainful sadness. "We don't have enough cash left in

comfortable, cozy silence-the heavy, su

y handbag resting on the counter and pulled

lope had a sacred purpose. My universit

ull gas tank, sliding the money ac

ok his head, pushing it right back. "No. Ta

hearted tone to mask the sharp pa

e university cafeteria. Another week of walking three miles across Milan to campus i

seeing her cry more than anything in the world. "Yo

ld start arguing. "And one day, I swear I'm going to give you both the world. I'll spoil you and my

ling Mom into a tight side-hug. We might not have much in terms of

ated through the bustling streets of Milan. My heavy backpack swung over o

Late-night study sessions after midnight. Then, if life remembered I actually existe

the door chimed merri

agno

famous among tourists, but it smelled like freshly g

and my boss, called out from behind the espresso m

t laugh, pullin

y complaining abou

playful smirk dancing on his lips. "Complaining is str

es playfully.

icially been promoted," Marco added

hat? Head

fessional tro

tle for five years

with his chin toward th

lovely couple

o the booth. The woman was wearing oversized dark Saint Laurent sunglasses indoors. Bu

than our entire apartment building; if I sold it,

. Time to bear with th

hed customer-service smile an

pad ready. "Welcome to La Magnolia. My name i

ning as he took my features in. A slow, creepy smile s

back. "Aren't you just the pretti

her head toward me, eyeing me up and down with intense disgust. She had perfectly paint

ey hire here now," she sneered,

rvice had taught me that silence was far more

u today, sir?" I asked calmly,

at his menu. "I'll have whatever

e of water," she snapped, her angry glare locking back onto me. "And try not to flirt with my

om bursting out laughing. Lady, please. I am tryi

onship is the absolute last thing

her arms tightly. "W

eturn to the counter. I had barely taken a sin

heavily on my backside wit

y. Every muscle in my spine l

ng tables fel

slowly... I tur

ss his face. "Don't look so offended, sweetheart," he winked, tapping his fingers on the

und the order pad until

sly quiet tone as my fists clenched at my sides, releasing

girlfriend sat back, smirking as

Before my mind could intervene to stop me,