Asian Mafia King and the Black Beauty

Chapter 31

                                      When you have seen
                                      As much as I have, you 
                                      Will not underestimate
                                      The power of obsessive love 

                                 - Slughorn .  Harry Potter And The Half Blood Prince

I walked down the hallway towards the stairs and I saw Hakim walking towards them as well, so I quickly ran up to him. He was in a nice black suit with a black shirt and a nice Rolex iced out stainless steel black jubilee diamond dial RT. He looked neat and handsome in his professional outfit and his serious face. But once his eyes met mine his mood changed from serious to bubbly.

"Sup", he says in a joyful voice, staring down at me. 

"Sup, how did you sleep?" I asked him, also in a joyful voice to match the current mood.

"Like a God", he replies with pride, I huff at him and roll my eyes.

"And how did you sleep", he asked.

"Like a Goddess" I replied dramatically, just like he did a few seconds ago.

"You know, you and Khalani are really alike".

"You don't say".

"Yeah, the only difference is your choice of outfits", he says as he scans my fit.

"I have better taste, right", I asked him with a smirk on my face and showing off my sneakers.

"It hurts me to say this but, yes you do have the better taste", as he said that, my smirk turned into a smile.

"Hey I heard that", Khalani's voice pops out from behind us. Hakim and I quickly rushed down the stairs and the house was filled with laughter, Khalani was chasing us until we reached the bottom of the stairs, where we were met with our father who had a smile on his face and his oldest standing right beside him.

"Papa del mattino e Mari del mattino", I said with a smile planted on my face. Mari was the nickname I decided to give Amari, he didn't like it though because he thought it was for girls, but did I care, NO.

Translation: Morning dad and morning Mari

"Buongiorno bambina", dad replied and pulled me into a warm hug. Khalani then pushed me aside and hugged dad. I walked over to Mari and hugged him.

"Stop calling me Mari, Imani", he growled into my ear as I was hugging him.

"Or what?" I whispered back and pulled away from the hug to face him. He frowned his brows in amusement but also in confusion.

"You know you are just like Khalani", he says and we all walk to the dining room where a table was set and filled with food for breakfast. Even though stuff like this was a thing and Kane also did it, I still had to get used to this. This was some type of rich people shit and I still couldn't understand it, usually I would just have cereal or not even eat breakfast at all, but I'm grateful.

"I hope y'all are hungry", mom said with a soft smile on her face.

"Nah, I think imma head to the gym, thanks though", that annoying familiar voice, Malik.

"Malik Abbas, non farmi incazzare siediti e fai colazione con la famiglia", mom snapped at Malik, but in a very calm way. I must say I am impressed but also terrified, but then again all mothers have their tricks.

Translation: Malik Abbas, don't piss me off. Sit your ass down and have breakfast with the family.

"Si mama", as he replied in defeat, I laughed at him and Naomi walked in holding a plate filled with fruits. When did she wake up, she always sleeps in or is the last one to wake up.

"Morning fam", Naomi says.

"You're up!!!!" Khalani and I shouted at the same time and the whole room filled with even more laughter.

"Yes", she replied, Khalani and I looked at each other in shock.

"Anche le cose piu piccole le fanno lo stesso", our father said with a smile on his face as he stared at my mother who also had a smile on her face.

"Si amore mio" she replied.

"Come sit lets have breakfast" my mother said, as she lead us to the table and we all took our seats. We ate breakfast and had very funny and also interesting conversations. A thought came to my mind, 'I was mixed ' I wanted to know more about my back story.

"Mamma, hai detto che eravamo misti, come mai?"

Translation: Mom you said we are mixed, how so?