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Celeste is the newest emperor of the Rossi Familia. Despite her young age, she's gone through more than she should've. The world of mafia and coward men tore her apart. However, she hid her heart between a million locks to ensure she didn't g...
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I woke from the sound of my phone ringing. I opened my eyes and tried to move. Liam's arms were wrapped around me tightly. I stretched out my arm and picked my phone up from the nightstand. Margo's name flashed on the screen.
"Buongiorno-"
"Ciao," Liam pulled me closer to him and I gently slapped his arm. His grip loosened before I moved to the side. "How are you this beautiful morning?"
"You're in a terrifying good mood." She chuckled.
"Is it that obvious?" I smiled.
"What's up? Oh, wait," it hit me. "Did you?"
"Yep." I sat up. "I was trying to wait but I couldn't resist. He was good too."
"Well, that's nice to hear."
"How are you and Mr Martinelli?"
"Nothing crazy."
"Nothing crazy?" Liam half-whispered in his deep morning voice that I've grown to love. I mean, how can I not love it? I turned around and covered his mouth with my hand.
"Was that the only thing you wanted to say?"
"Nope, Dante said that everyone's expected to join the family lunch."
"Alright," Liam took my hand off and began placing kisses on each of my knuckles. "When is it?"
"In an hour." I furrowed my brows.
"Hour? We're having lunch in the morning?" She chuckled.
"Darling, it's one in the afternoon." My eyes widened as I looked at the time on my phone.
"Cazzo di merda."
"It's fine. Just get your asses to lunch."
"Sure, see you then." I hung up right before Liam pulled me back to his chest. "Liam, we have to get ready for lunch." He wrapped his arms around my waist.
"We don't have to do anything."
"No, we have to. Dante insisted." He sighed.
"Fine. But just five more minutes." I smiled.
"Liam!"
"Okay, ten minutes."
"No. We're getting out of bed now." I tried to get out of his grip but he wasn't having it. This was one of the many moments I wished to be physically stronger than him.
"Love, I don't think you need fifty minutes to get dressed."
"But I do need half an hour to do my hair."
"So just put it in a bun or something." I turned around, looking him dead in the eyes. He smiled. "You're beautiful."
"Thanks, but I can decide my hairstyle myself." I pecked his lips and sat back up. I pulled the duvet to my chest and wrapped it around my body.
