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There has been an arranged marriage between the Americans and Italian mafias. These mafias have a tragic past.
Scarlette Martinez the American mafia princess. Men fall to their knees just to put a ring on her finger. She isn't too happy with the...
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Scarlette Gambino
I woke up to Malakai still asleep next to me. I thought he would've been gone by this time. His face was buried into the pillow, but the only difference is that I am almost underneath him. My head was under his chin and his arm wrapped around my body.
I slipped out of his embrace and went to my room. I went to the bathroom and did everything I needed to do to my face. I got dressed in some comfortable clothes. I unlocked my door and sat on my bed. I really need a hobby because sitting in this house all day isn't.
" Bitch, where the hell was you last night," Karla said as she busted into my room. I knew I should've left that door locked because of people like my best friend.
" Where were you last night?"
" I asked first," She plopped down on my bed.
" I was in Malakai's room."
" Perra, don't leave me without the details. So elaborate please."
" He just wanted to apologize for being an asshole last night. Also, we may or may have not had a make-out session luckily someone knocked on the door so it interrupted us."
" You know you want him between your legs."
" Shut up, Karla. Wasn't Ayden between yours?"
" This isn't about me, Scarlette."
" I ended up sleeping in his bed and woke up right underneath him. He is probably up now."
" Let me go then he might be looking for his wife," Karla got up in a hurry with her phone in her hands. I know she is going to see Ayden doesn't he have a job to do? I need my sister here so when Karla leaves I have someone else to talk to.
I haven't been back to America in a while maybe I can convince Malakai to take a trip to America this weekend. I got up and went down to Malakai's room. I knocked on the door and no one answered. I know he is still here because he usually tells me when he leaves.
I went to his office next and he was sitting behind his desk with the box opened on his desk. There were papers scattered on his desk also. He looked up when I got to his desk.
" What do you need, Scarlette?"
" Nothing serious, but are you doing anything this weekend?"
