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✰
"𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐤"
I was speechless. Literally.
I peered at him with wide eyes, while he stared blankly at me.
"Go with you?" I repeated, and he rolled his eyes and nodded.
I swallowed the lump in my throat as I considered everything that could go wrong.
First of all, my entire life.
My family. I'm not sure what I'd say to them. Except for Nicolo, no one knows I'm with Roman, and I don't want to know what would happen if my father found out.
Our whole relationship was on the low—more as I said, Lowkey.
And then school as well. I wasn't concerned about business, but I was concerned about the art classes I attend. I suppose I could always take them again.
To be honest, I really wanted to go. I had no idea where we were going for four months, but I was willing to go as long as it was with him.
Plus, I hadn't travelled in a long time—and I normally only travelled for jobs that my father assigned to me—
As I pondered this, a thought occurred to me. Maybe I could persuade my father to send me away on business with Roman—while making it appear as if it was his idea.
I smiled and nodded in agreement.
Perhaps I was in well over my head with this.
I finally realised I had forgotten about Roman and had levitated back to reality.
His gaze turned back to me, and he stared at me intently as he awaited a response.
I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply before opening them again.
"Okay," I breathed out, smiling. "I'll come with you."
Then, he smiled.
Graciously, a full fucking smile.
His plump, scarlet lips were curved, displaying two dimples on either side of his cheeks. My heart skipped a beat as I recognised the same genuine smile from the photograph.
I giggled and drew him back into my arms. I encircled his neck with my arms and pulled him in.
While his face buried in my neck again, his warm breath fanned across my skin as he kissed it twice. My hands moved across the back of his neck, lightly bordering over his hair.
"I need to figure out how to tell my family. My father." I mentioned, emphasising the 'father' part.
He came in close and rested his head against my forehead, peering deeply into my eyes.
