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 ✰
"𝐈 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮"
We all sat at the table, eating probably some of the best pasta I've ever had.
Roman sat beside me, glaring at his half-eaten pasta. I glanced around the table again, Lucien and his girlfriend sat at the far end—whilst the others sat along our end.
Turns out a whole lot of other people live in his house. After playing with Ashleigh, I met her father who was a sweet yet scary man. He was also involved with the Italian Mafia.
Then there was Ricardo, who was Roman's other older cousin—he also didn't talk very much, he was only three years older than Roman and, of course, as well, involved with the Mafia.
I've learnt a few things about his family. One, they were all involved with the Mafia. Two, they were all very loud yet extremely closed off—almost as if there was some hidden tension between them all that hasn't been spoken about yet.
And three, little Ashleigh is the angel and star of this family. I guessed entirely that she was what kept it together, her bright smile and blue eyes that gleamed with happiness.
And yes, I observed this very well for numerous hours.
Present time, I looked back at Roman, watching as he stared blankly at his aunt talking—not even seeming to be listening to her.
I glanced at his food and pick up his fork, stabbing a few pieces of pasta and then bringing it in front of his lips.
He looked down at me, raising an eyebrow and I motioned with my hand for him to open—sighing he did.
I grinned as he ate, I took more from his plate and then placed it to his lips—repeating the same motion.
As everyone finished up, the conversation was then directed towards Roman. I observed him as he only gave short answers—never going into depth with full sentences.
Most of the questions were just about his Mafia, Lucien bumping in a few times to answer more in-depth. Roman looked as if he would rather be anywhere else but here right now, so I tapped his shoulder and he looked down at me.
I motioned for him to lean down, to which he did. "Where's the bathroom?" I asked him, he leant away and stood from the table—everyone's attention going to him.
Standing as well, I smiled as Roman spoke. "Bathroom," he said, nodding his head towards the exit.
Everyone nodded and I stood away, coming beside Roman as he led me out of the room with a hand on the small of my back.
