Aislinn found her way in a pool of trouble, and it all started with him.
And one night and five years later.
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One amazing night leads to something epic, who would have thought it started with a one night stand with a mafia king.
Who would've kno...
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~Aislinn~
"Hello, μέλι," My father beamed a smile, as I open the front door to my home, it was a nice Saturday afternoon. In the past two weeks, everything has been, different from what I was used to.
In the past two weeks, I gather that my brother's put over in overprotective. The smell of this sweetness filled my nose and my eyes darted to the pan he held.
"Hi Papa, you didn't have to bring anything," I say opening the door wider, as I did it was like a clown car at just how many of my brothers and mother started to walk in right behind him.
"I told your mother but, she is as stubborn as they come," He grumbled as he kissed my cheek, mama slapped his shoulder and kissed my other cheek.
"I made so many, milopita. She deserves to taste the best thing ever," Mama gleamed, my ears perked and my stomach grumbled.
"You know what papa, I will take this," I took the pan out of his hand and a devious smirk touched my lips as I try to lift the plastic wrap on it but it was snatched out of my hands by my mother.
"Don't try it," She pointed her index finger at me and a pout touch my lips, Ambrose threw his arm over my shoulder and Archer came to my side.
"We tried it on the way here and she popped us," Ambrose smiled sheepishly, a boyish then replaced it. He looked so much like Jaxon when he did it.
"Nice house," Archer says, I moved from them both and did a little turn around the foyer, my light blue calf-length satin dress following my lead as I moved around.
"Thanks, Dorian had it built, I could show you a tour if you like," I folded my hands in front of me, looking at my brothers, Ezra was here as well.
"I want to see that grandbaby of mine," Mama handed her husband the pan and clapped her hands together, her brown hair so similar to mine was piled into a ponytail while mine was curled and pinned back halfway with a small butterfly claw clip.
"He's outback with the rest of the boys," I motion them to follow me as I walked passed the kitchen and some rooms before we reached the sitting area leading towards the backyard.
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