From Fate To Serendipity!!
"László Put Me Down! Now!" I yelled at him at the top of my lungs looking at him furiously. Shit!! Shit!! Shit!! What did I do? Did I just yell at the emperor and take his first name in front of the whole of the Royal Staf...
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Chapter Twelve
Milan, Italy
Communication is the remedy for miscommunication!!
"Hector, Cosa c'è che non va?" László demanded stepping into the Rodriguez mansion study room and standing there watching Hector standing in front of him with a file. Arawn Rodrigues sits on his long arms chair observing the report file.
"Emperor! It's won't be easy crawling over Italy." Hector asserts with an icy wave embalming him physically.
"Then we need the weapon back!" László says, peering at Arawn.
"Trust Me! He is my best friend and he won't be out." Arawn Rodriguez states scrutinizing his son.
"Well, I guess I have the master card in hand!" He smirked and Arawn glances at him in dismay.
"Get my jet!" he commanded, and Arawn looked at him in worry.
"But you just came!" It was late. László was already out of the room with his men.
Private Island
"Aghh!!"
"My muscle aches so much!" Astraea rubbed her swollen feet, sitting on the chair and watching her skin turning red.
"That Pervert left me here a day ago to learn to defend myself and here Ares Aziel is the cruelest when it's come to training. God, I miss Dad!!" she whines, picking an ice bag and pressing it against her swollen area slowly and gently.
The silence flooded the calm air blowing around. The curtains flow along with and waves hit the shores echoing surrounding with their peaceful sounds.
"Never thought he would still be cruel!" Astraea slowly looks up when the Ice bag is drawn away from her hands. Her eyes fell on László in his revivified black suit sitting in front of her. His charming tousled raven smooth thick hair was nicely styled.
His sharp eyes, charismatic aura, and beautiful Deep Green gaze at him were gentle and warming for first. She couldn't help but feel warmth under his presence. A tingling sensation passed through her body when he held her ankle, putting over his lap and treating it with an ice bag.
She couldn't help but stop and inspect him. His strong and defined face with a prominent sharp jaw curved gracefully along with the strength of his perfect neck, throat, and larynxes showing the twining cords of the muscles that shaped his entire body, strong arms, a firm chest, and packs of abs in the abdomen. He was slim and muscular. He was an Adonis. His Plump Sharp Lips apart leaving her throat dried.
"Why did you leave me with the cruelest person or am I Mafia alone?" Astraea asked, moving her legs off his lap, watching him with tired blue orbs. László looks at resting her back against the bed headboard while watching him calmly.
