Seraphina Angela, infamously known as 'The Ruby Cadillac' is the original heiress to the throne of her father's mafia, which is partnered with the leading king & queen of the Italian mafia; Carter Fenix and Delilah Fiora Fenix. Seraphina isn't a reg...
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note: I have no motivation to study whatsoever so if I fail my last exam this coming week, I wouldn't be surprised. Does anyone have any damn tips on how to better your mental health... THAT WORK!?! I love u though, take care, hope you like the chapter <3
Pov: Vincent Salvador
"Sir, la señorita Savannah está aquí para verte [sir, miss Savannah is here to see you]" My guard speaks into the speaker that's outside my room, I roll my eyes and click the response button.
"Dile que no la quiero ver ahora [tell her I don't want to see her now]" I angrily spit out, I have no time for sex right now and I didn't even call her, what the fuck is she doing here?
"Si, seguro [yes, sure]"
My anger grows as I wait for Seraphina, how fucking long is she going to take?
I stride toward my bathroom door and bang my fists against it, "How long are you fucking going to take in there?" I yell and hear her drop something.
"Hold the fuck on, asshole," she snaps back and I roll my eyes, does she know who the fuck she's talking to? that too she's sharing my bedroom.
Fair enough, that's my fault since I practically ordered her to. It's for my benefit because I get to keep an eye on her 24/7 and help keep myself sane so that she won't escape or pull some crap.
But I have got to admit, I've never met anyone like her, she bears pain like a fucking queen, she doesn't get ticked off easily, and controls herself pretty well. Too bad we're opposites, my temper is bullshit, I lose my mind over the smallest things, & I have no control over myself but I can bear pain well.
She's fucking gorgeous too, like god damn it, her body, those full, kissable red lips of hers, that soft sensitive skin of hers driving me crazy just to see my own marks on her, my bites and kisses standing out on her pale yet golden skin.Fuck.
My thoughts, which coincidently were all about her, are broken up by her stepping out with nothing but a towel wrapped around her. Oh fuck, she's so beautiful.
Her brunette hair is slickened with water, dropping just below her shoulders, my eyes trail down her collarbones as I watch each drop of water drip down, slowly.
I'm losing my mind already, she's driving me crazy and she has not even been here for more than 4 hours. I clench my jaw and turn to tear my gaze off her, it's better if I don't look at her at all, "Dress up quickly, we don't have time," I mandate.
"Cazzo, okay." She irritatingly says but doesn't move, I can still see her through my peripheral vision through the body length mirror on the wall to my side, "Why aren't you doing shit then?" I assert.
She supports her hand on her hip and glares at me through the mirror, oh shit, "You really think I thought you couldn't see me just because you turned around? I'm not changing until you leave."
