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✰
"𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲"
My giggles filled the silence of the park. Roman's hand around my waist was touching a rather sensitive spot, which caused me to be ticklish.
With a smile on my face, I looked around the suburban area. The dim street lights illuminated Roman's face, and the slight smile on his lips made my heart melt into a puddle.
"Ella," He whispered, his footsteps coming to a halt, as do mine.
My body faces him, I took in his light eyes and almost full smile. His unreadable stare swept over my features.
He drew me close to him, his lips hovering over mine. I looked between his lips and his eyes, noticing that his only focus was on me.
Right as his lips parted to speak, the incredibly loud sound of a gun firing cut him off.
When I heard the startling noise, I instinctively wrapped my arms around Roman's waist for safety.
Unfortunately, my hands were soaked when I did, forcing me to look down and scream.
As my hands were covered in blood, I flung myself away from him, my eyes lingering on him only to find blood gushing from his stomach.
"Roman," I gasped, my gaze falling on his emotionless face.
He stumbled back slightly, but held himself up and leant against the pole behind him.
I went down with him, hugging onto his arm as I ripped open the black shirt. My breathing began to cease as blood began to flow right from his heart.
"Please, baby," I cried, my hands pressing on the wound to try to stop the bleeding.
"Ella," He mumbled, and I tried to ignore the agony in my heart that came with the sound of his straining voice.
I kept pressing on the wound with one hand while looking through his pockets for his phone with the other.
"Arabella," He called again.
I raised my head, his hooded eyes meeting mine. And I felt my entire universe fall apart beneath my feet.
His eyes slowly closed, one of his hands came to mine that was holding his stomach and I sobbed.
"No, Roman," I wailed as my head rested on his shoulder.
"Wait," I sobbed again, this time, the feel of his heartbeat against my hand had stopped.
