Ivy has been groomed to be the first female Don of the Greyson mafia since she was little. Her whole life revolves around preparing herself for the role. From all the combat training she had endured, to pursuing business in college. It was all in an...
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Ivy
It's been five days since Luke arrived in Sicily. Five glorious days filled with sweet adoring Luke that spends his days showering me with endearing words and loving kisses. I've been in a relationship before but no one can compare with the length he's willing to go to make sure I feel cherished. After our rocky reunion, I finally feel like I've got my gentle giant back.
I know this is all because once we leave, we have to go back to being strangers again. No one can know that we knew each other, have met, and fell for each other. Our time together will always be our little secret. The repercussion if anyone ever found out would be damaging to both of us.
Not only will it shatter our relationship with our respective families. But, if things escalate, it could cause a bigger rift in the already existing squabbles between the Greyson and the Lombardi. Honestly, I won't even rule out the possibility of war.
I watch as Luke holds Matteo by his waist as he attempts the monkey bar. He's not strong enough to do it on his own and could only get across with some assistance. A small smile sneaks on my lips as my heart swells at how affectionate Luke can be with Matteo. I know he's close with the DeLuca, but most mafia men I know get squeezy with children. He doesn't seem to have that problem.
"Qual è il tuo?" the lady who looks to be around my age, sitting on the bench next to mine, asked suddenly. Probably just looking for a conversation partner as she watches her own child. (Which one is yours?)
I pointed to Matteo who had finally made it across the bars and is now running towards the nearest slide.
"Ah, il mio è quello." She said and pointed to a cute little girl, maybe a year younger than Matteo wearing a yellow dress and hair in pigtails. (Ah, mine is that one.)
I watched as Luke yells out some encouraging words to Matteo who looks a bit scared to go down the slide as it happens to be the tallest one in the playground. After a few minutes, Luke's persuasive words finally got to him and he braved the tall slide and glided down into Luke's welcoming arms.
"Tuo marito è molto bravo con tuo figlio." The lady said. (Your husband is very good with your son)
"Oh, non è mio marito" (oh, he's not my husband)
"Oh mi dispiace. presumo solo..." she quickly said, looking horrified at her presumption. (Oh, I'm sorry. I just assume)
"Va bene." I smile at her trying to show her that it's all good. (It's okay)
My attention was diverted to my phone when I heard the ding of an incoming message. It was a text from Bianca. Considering my mission is over, I've been receiving some text from my sisters. Mostly asking me when I'll be back. Obviously they know not to include any specific details that could expose me if my phone happens to fall into the wrong hands.
