𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | [𝟏𝟖+]

𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐭.

I watch her the entire meeting. From the moment she walks in until the moment she stomps out. She's absolutely beautiful, perfect even. She has these perfect green eyes and full lips. Her silky, dark brown hair drops just below her shoulder's and her smile... God, that smile. She always looks as if she'd run a mile, a constant tinge of pink under her pale skin. She looks almost identical to her brother, which makes sense, they're twins. Her face completely falls once she finds out about the arrangement. She doesn't want this, shit I don't want this either, but it's a rule in the Mafia. Within a year of you being Don, you should be married and at least trying to pop out some babies.

I hate kids.

I don't plan on having them any time soon. I need a heir so maybe sometime in the far future.

Very far future.

Stella Rose. That's her name, but everyone seems to just call her Rose. She's gorgeous, damn near got an orgasm just from looking at her. God, when she put that knife to her father's throat. Now, that almost got me. Instantly after she walked out everything went to shit.

"She needs to learn to watch her mouth," Rafael says which causes Stephen to laugh.

I can shut her up with my di-

Not the right time?

Yeah, sorry.

"You need to learn to not put your hands on your daughter," he yells.

Woah, he put his big boy pants on and is finally doing something other than looking confused.

"I second that," I add.

"I should kill you for that," Stephen mumbles as he pulls out his gun and I smile in amusement.

Never thought he had the balls.

"What's your fucking problem, Stephen?" Rafael yells.

"My problem? You wanna know my fucking problem? Well, since you wanna all of a sudden play father of the year, my problem is that the wrong parent died that night," he yells as he puts the tip of the gun on Rafael's forehead.

"Shoot me, son," he taunts. Stephen clicks the safety off and I watch as he fights with himself, debating wether or not he should actually do it or not. "Do it," Rafael taunts some more. Eventually, he puts the gun down and walks out.

"Exactly, fucking pussy," Rafael says making Stephen stop in his tracks. He turns around and shoots his father in the shoulder, making my eyes widen and my mouth drop.