"Well than, who are you Amelia Lane." Alessio asks in a low voice. Little does he fucking know.
Amelia has had one thing on her mind for the last year and a half. Killing the Moretti family bloodline. But Will she succeed in her suicide mission whe...
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Amelia Lane
"Scar?" i ask, hoping i got the right number. Allessio had sobered up just before we landed and was sane enough to give me back my phone when i asked for it, but now thinking back if he was sober he wouldn't have given back my phone or have been nice enough to let me pick whatever guest room i wanted. Because he wasn't sober. oh.
"Amelia? Where the fuck are you?! are you okay??", Scarlet asks all in one breath. I have to tell her the truth now, Allessio's men are on the way to my house in New York to drive Scarlet, Vivi, Aurora, Mia, Miles and a few of my best men to the airstrip for their flight to Italy.
"Yes? Italy and yes, i'm fine" i answer her questions in a series of quick answers. Her side of the line goes quiet before i hear commotion going on in the background.
Then a voice. An Italian. Damn it Allessio, i told him to wait. I guess he's sober now.
"Scar. Scarlet, listen to me. Do what the man says and follow him, you're all safe, just trust me on this one" she stills as silence fills the atmosphere.
"Okay" she whispers. The line cuts off and i do what any sane mafia donna would do. I march my ass into the kitchen from the lobby looking to where Allessio and the twins sit, and do what i do best.
"What the fuck did i say about waiting until i call Scarlet, you preposterous dickhead?!", i scream at Allessio over the black and white marble island counter. He gives me a nonchalant look, as if what i had just said to him, went through one ear and out the other. Mike and Alec drop their heads down as if to pretend not to hear the argument go on.
He turns back to the fridge where he was browsing for food before i marched in. "yes, you said until not after", he says, finding an apple before slowly biting into it, turning back to face my direction. If the man wasn't sober before, he sure as hell is now.
"My girl's could've killed your men you fucking smart ass", i remark as he turns to walk out of the kitchen. Oh fuck no, i am not letting him off the hook this fucking fast.
"Your girls wouldn't have dented my men", Allessio says simply. He stalks up the white marble steps two steps at a time. The stairs spiral up from two ways in the foyer but both lead to the same place, meeting in the middle, leaving about two metres in between as a balcony of some sort. It's pretty useless if you ask me. I'm stuck to the marble floor of the foyer at the bottom of the left sided staircase, my feet glued to the spot like my brain won't allow me to move another inch. So... I scream, making sure it echos loud enough for the whole house to hear, even though it's size is larger than the royal palace itself; "Fuck you and your men, You fucking... " I pause not knowing how to continue the sentence, "Polar bear?" I mentally face palm myself for coming up with so little.
I hear his footsteps halt, "I prefer grizzly bear, bella." I can swear i almost taste the sinister smirk that cooked up on his lips as he uttered the Italian term of endearment that now would taste like acid on my tongue if i ever spoke the same word. Damnit.
