"𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐍, it's cute," I compliment draping my arms around his neck.
"You think so?" He asks.
"Yes, yes I do."
"Only for you then tesoro," he pecks my jaw.
When he says that I feel my heart do a million f...
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ONCE JUSTINA and I had got back from our little shopping spree we-....well I was informed that I'd be going on a mission next week Thursday.
Dropping my many shopping bags off in my room I rush down the stairs and into the kitchen being met with Angelica, Justina, Matteo and Angelo who all sat, eating their dinner in deep conversation.
Matteo taps the seat next to him making me sigh and walk toward him.
I take a seat next to him and begin to dish my plate with 2 scoops of lasagna and thank Angelica for-who had been cooking with the maids when Justina and I came in- for the food. "So" Angelo says smirking at me as he rests his arm on Justina's chair.
"I heard you beat Antonio" He says.
Matteo snickers next to me, and a small smile appearing on my face as I nod. "I guess I did," I take a bit out of the food on my plate.
Angelica looks between the four of us in question. Her eyes holding deep unsaid words of question of what Angelo exactly meant when he said that I had beaten Antonio.
"How was shopping girls? Did you find anything you liked Zamira?" Angelica asks crossing her arms.
"It was fine, surprisingly I got a lot of things," I shrug. "The girl can shop for someone who doesn't like it so much," Justina shivers.
I let out a breathy chuckle as footsteps are heard from a far distance.
Antonio walks into the room with messy hair, a disheveled suit and the darkest eyes yet.
His eyes meet mine for a brief moment before his gaze finds his mothers and he leans down kissing her forehead before taking a seat in his chair.
"Hey boss," Matteo winks and salutes him. Antonio purses his lips and shakes his head earning a light chuckle from everyone.
We all begin to eat our dinner in a mini silence, that is until of course we hear stupid arguments from Matteo and Angelo simply because I put tomato sauce on my food.
Bloody Idiots.
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17:05 Thursday, March 23rd
Throwing my outfit on which consists of high waist loose cargo pants, a buckle crop top and some black leather combat boots. I tie my hair up and apply mascara onto my eyelashes before leaving the room and jogging down the stairs.
Multiple guards walk around carrying weapons and loading them up into the trunks of some cars.
Matteo waves walking toward me and throws his arm over my shoulder as he leads me towards a spacious closet filled with multiple weapons.
"Choose one sister," he says in a fake southern accent. Scoffing I roll my eyes and look at the beautiful choices of weapons in front of me.
I end up choosing a Beretta 92, and a few daggers along the side. Matteo smiles and nods at my choice as he chooses his own weapons.
