𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺.
The woman of impeccable beauty was the infinite definition of her name. Calm and poise.
Born into a violent life of guns and knives, you would assume a Mafia Princess like her would be training and preparing to be the next heir...
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Today couldn't have gone any quicker since, by the time our classic movie marathon finished, it was time to head home for dinner.
It was around six in the evening now, and it was one hundred percent guaranteed that Silver wouldn't be there.
And now look how damn wrong I was?
After Gerald had dropped me home, I stepped up onto my doorstep and instantly went to open my front door, only for it to open itself, following the sounds of multiple voices speaking.
Right then they come into view—or he comes into view.
Silver Ceraso, the boy I desperately pledged to hide from.
He wore straight, black washed-out jeans, with a leather belt low around his waist. Above was a black turtle neck, tucked into his jeans and mostly covering all of his ivory skin. Lastly, the matching black leather jacket on top reveals his inner bad boy.
I couldn't comprehend how deeply fine he looked, aware that his inky tresses fell down his head already wanting my hands through them—and yet his jewellery that covered his ears, fingers, and the crucifix around his neck had all sorts of ideas flowing freely through my mind.
Though my imagination took me elsewhere upon bringing up my latest thoughts and dreams.
The wet dreams.
Right behind Silver was Elijah. Shocking me to my core, he greets me with a half-smile with that same glint in his eyes when we first met.
I release a breath of air and look away, going back to Silver.
"Hi, darling, how was Hayden's?"
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I shrug lightly and keep my focus on my mother only, "It was good." I mumble and cross my arms around my chest protectively.
She smiles at me lightly before turning to the two men.
"Boys, are you sure you don't want to stay for dinner?" My mother offers and I freeze—my lungs aren't consuming air and I fear that I've become paralysed—or you've just died.
Elijah shakes his head no, smiling down at my mother about to decline for what seemed to be the second time—but the conception of Silver's gaze pouring into mine and when he cuts off Elijah, my heart scrambles.
"No, we'll stay."
His statement brings my mother to grin exactly like the Cheshire cat. Ignoring entirely that when he spoke he never once said a word without looking at me.
Possibly could he have stayed for dinner because I was here? That possibility suddenly churns my heart and makes it beat that little bit faster.
Elijah seems to sigh as my mother ushers us all inside, but he decides to stay behind and walk beside me—Silver also being beside my mother as she asks him what he likes to eat.
