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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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Malakai Gambino
Soon as my jet landed in New York. I have the driver take us to the Martinez estate. Amanda, Scarlette's mother, she said had caught the cold from playing outside and not putting socks on her feet. Scarlette has always been stubborn, so I am not surprised. She needed to sit down somewhere. I watched as my bank account was almost drained.
I knew I shouldn't have given her my card, but I felt like being nice since I am self-aware that I am an asshole to almost everyone. The driver parked in front of the Martinez estate still looks the same as when I was eighteen. The place screams old money which this family is from.
I knocked on the door and Amanda opened the door. " Hello, dear, your wife is in bed being the biggest baby," She uttered as she pulled me into a hug and kissed my cheek. I walked inside and she greeted Ayden. I went to Scarlette's room as still is the same room forever. I remember when I came to America I used to sneak into the house through her window. I'm surprised we never got caught.
The good old times
I knocked on the door, but there wasn't an answer so I am assuming she is asleep. I walked in and Scarlette was on the floor with an open book, a photo album. She didn't hear me come in. I took off my shoes and went over to her. She looked up and her nose was red and her skin was whiter than the snow. " Hi, Carino," She said since she has a stuffed nose her voice isn't the same. " Hi, Mi Regina," I sat down next to her. She kept flipping through the photo album and I just looked through it with her.
She finally closed the book and turned her head toward me. " How does it feel to be stubborn and get sick?" I smirked. She rolled her eyes at my snarky comment. She got up off the floor and went to her bed and I followed. " Do you want to lecture me about draining your bank account?" She thinks I am mad at her for it. " No, what's mine is yours," She pulled the covers over herself. I am glad I am wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt. I got into bed with her.
I wrapped my arm around her waist and buried my head into her neck. She is like a huge heating pad and I have a great immune system, so I won't be getting sick from her. " Did you get everything taken care of?" She whispered. " Yes, everything should be good. Ivan was just trying to give y'all a scare, but nothing will happen. I got everything moved also, so when we get back you will be living in a brand new house," I whispered back.
Her breathing started to get heavy. She was asleep already I guess being sick means you get to sleep all day long. I don't want to take her back to Italy just yet when she is still like this. I drifted off to sleep also.
I don't know how long I have been sleeping but it feels like for hours because when I woke up Scarlette was already up. She was in her closet, but the thing is her closet is messy she has to be looking for something. I got up and walked to her closet. I promise you her closet is two times as big as her room and then it was two stories. How many clothes does this woman own no wonder she has no space. Back in Italy, her closet is almost as full as this one. " What are you looking for?" She jumped a little bit and she faced me. She looked worse than ever she looked like she had seen a ghost. " Do I look that bad?"
