Mafia
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Amora Dior is an 18 year old who was sent to a boarding school for 'bad kids' for something she was never to blame for. She has lost all hope in life, and her parents give zero shit about her. What happens when she meets Lorenzo Romano, an...
As for the disclaimer I did mention that this story is basically 'trust the process' so please do.
I was rudely interrupted by a phone call at 7 in the fucking morning. In still sleep, I answer the phone. "Hello?" I say with my eyes slowly fluttering open.
"Amora?" I hear a husk deep voice say on the other side. It caused me to jump out of bed.
"Lorenzo?!" I say confused.
"Hey." He says.
"How'd the fuck did you get my number?" I ask him.
He takes a unfair amount of time before answering my questions. It was as if he was trying to think of an answer.
"Sofia." He says simply.
Hmm
Imagine if Lorenzo was a Mafia leader...
Shut up Amora
"Oh." I head over to the bathroom.
"Why'd you call?" I ask him as I grab my toothbrush.
"I need you to watch Fia for me," he asks me.
Holy fuck his voice.
Rail me over-
no stop.
"Yeah sure," I say.
"I'll send you my address," he says to me before hanging up the phone. Bitch at least say bye. I got ready for the day.
For my outfit, I decided to go a little out. Something more different than usual. I decided on a brown fancy tank top, with light brown pants that were wide-legged.
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(A/N: this is of course not the body type I have in mind for Amora. This is just the outfit. You are all perfect the way you are. Please don't think I'm trying to stereotype the body. And of course if you hate it then that's totally fine)
I look at my outfit one last time. Making sure I look hot, but then I noticed my fresh cuts.
I can't go out like this-
I turn and head back into my closet and picked out a long sleeved black cropped tee instead.
From there I made my way over to the bus stop. Not telling my parents shit.
**✿❀ ❀✿**
I take a good 5 minutes to mentally prepare myself. I ring the doorbell and step back. "Amora!" Fia cheers as she sees me at the front door.
"Hi, gorgeous." I smile at her entering Lorenzo's huge, and when I say huge I mean-