Loving the mafia prince ( book #1 of loving the mafia)

Chapter 19

Cecilia pulled up to her old work place. Police tape was around the building, it was said a fire accrued here. Killing most of the workers, some hadn't been found. The police was hiding what had happened that night for some reason, she didn't know why.

Maybe Vincents mafia was bigger than she imagined, she grabbed her phone from her pocket dialing the once blocked number, like that did anything. But it made her feel better, "Cecilia? Where the fuck are you?!" Vincent answers from the other line

His accent still as thick as ever making her heart ache, they've known each other since her first night at work, almost two years ago now, she was just turning 18, her boss made a exception of her working since she had been so desperate

Now she was just turning 20, she had a few months to go though. "Vincent." She lets out, tears falling. She didn't know why she let her feelings out in front of this man, she didn't know if this was love. As she's never been in love before. "Fuck Cecilia, I'm coming to find you. Stay where you are." He says hanging up,

She slides down the concrete wall behind the club, crying into her arms worried about her brother. Twenty minutes later Vincents black expensive car comes pulling up, he gets out swearing in Italian under his breath.

"Fuck why did you run away?" He says walking up to her pinching the bridge of his nose, she looked up tears in her eyes. "They have Akira, and- your son." She says, confusion laced in her mind as he didn't seem angry. Did he not even care about his own son? "I know." He simply says, kneeling down to the girl that's crying such a ugly cry

Snot dripping down her face, her eyes red. And her nose as well. "Then why the fuck aren't you looking for them?!" She questions

"It's all in control, just come with me for now." He says lifting her up by the arm dragging her to the car. "You need to shower and get some sleep, Akira will be home tomorrow night. I promise." He says slowly buckling her up. Sliding her stranded frizzy hair behind her ear away from her face.

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"Luca! Wake up!" Akira cries shaking the bigger male, laid out on the floor. Not a single movement coming from him. "It's useless kid, he's hella drugged up." A man says walking into the room, he smirks at the short boy. His hands tightly squeezing into Lucas shirt.

"So your that bitches son." He says, confusing Akira even more so. Did this man know His mother?

"You know my mom?" He questions confused, the guy smirks. "Yeah you could say that, who do you think got your ass in a private school." He says as he lit a cigarette. Blowing out smoke, making Akira cough.

"I don't understand, what's your relationship to my mother?" He says covering his mouth, trying not to cough again. If he did he might actually piss himself. Before the man could answer Luca begins to stir, alarming Akira who began to shake the boy again. "Luca! Are you okay?" He questions.

The man simply chuckles getting up from the chair, leaving the cold smelly room.