Arabella Malik, the lethal American mob boss's daughter.
The beauty of the nineteen-year-old was well-known. Her hourglass figure and glowing grey eyes-which mirrored her father's, had practically everyone praising the ground she walked on.
Arabella...
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✰ Ａｒａｂｅｌｌａ✰
"𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐈𝐧 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐥"
Roman and I walked silently back through the woods.
I had texted the group to let them know I was fine, and they had replied that they were as well.
The tracks were now deserted, the cars had left, and the only light shining down on the area was faint.
"Where's your car?" I ask him as we go beyond the tracks and onto the pavement.
He nodded in the same direction where mine was kept. I grinned and grabbed his hand, walking us to our vehicles.
"Seems like we both had the same idea," I say, motioning to my car, which is parked in front of his.
When I stared at him, I noticed a slight smirk on his lips, which made my stomach flip.
"Nice car."
I subconsciously bite my lower lip and gaze at my own car, then his. I wasn't a big car fanatic, therefore all I had was a plain silver Ferrari, whereas he had a gorgeous sleek black Aston Martin, comparable to my brothers.
"Was that a lie?" Turning my head, I ask him, only to see how close we were, our arms almost touching.
"Yes."
A giggle escapes my lips and I shake my head, bemused.
"That's not very nice, you know," I mention, looking over at my car before returning my gaze to him. "I like my car a lot."
"Should get a better car then," he shrugs nonchalantly, a slight pull of a smile on his full lips.
I look at him in bewilderment, rude little bastard.
"I could, but I'm not going to. Not for your benefit anyway." I mumble under my breath, my arms crossed over my chest.
He leant against the side of his car, for a long moment his eyes scanning me, before rising and taking a step towards me.
I stared at his abrupt movement, and then he took another step, closing the gap between us.
As he lifted his hand to the side of my face, his fingers brushed away strands of my silk hair.
I was taken aback by his unexpected gesture, and the way he gently caressed me was new. It was a sudden softness and gentleness I hadn't experienced from anyone before.
And I felt myself liking it.
I stare into his golden specks, the green on the inner edges of his irises blending with the darkness of his pupils. His head tilted to the side, observing me as I was with him.
"You're different." He whispers under his breath.
His words catching me off guard, I frown and tilt my head to the side as he did.
