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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Pov: Seraphina Angela
"You better get back to your room before loverboy yells at you!" Jacqueline coos as we end training and I fall to the floor in exhaustion, fuck, three hours done and I feel like I'm dying.
She tightens her ponytail and stands over me, extending her hand out, I gab it and she helps me up to my feet. "I can't believe Vince lost the bet," I breathe out and wipe the sweat off my forehead.
She throws her head back in laughter, clutching onto her stomach, "oh fuck, I can believe it alright, well, up until your bozo sister broke it up," she huffs and I roll my eyes.
"Please don't mention her name, it'll ruin my entire day," I scoff, and Jacquie blows me a kiss before heading in the direction of her room, I turn and that's when I hear my phone ping in my pocket.
Lucca Angela: Don't forget about our meeting this afternoon, Seraphina
Oh fuck, I completely forgot about that. Never mind, that just ruined my entire day.
Me: How could I? I've been dreading it ever since you suggested it
Lucca Angela: Don't complain and show up unarmed, without any backup. I'll be watching you.
Me: Noted, it's only fair that you show up in the same manner, no weapons or backup father.
Lucca Angela: Okay, fair is fair.
Lucca Angela: Pasticceria Cucchi, 3 pm.
There's one more thing I need to worry about, the problem is that how am I going to get out of here without anyone noticing? I could tell Vince but I'm guessing he won't let me.
I'm going to go anyway, I have to. I need answers from Lucca, ones I'm not going to get anywhere else.
I blow out a slow breath and continue walking toward our room, the hallway seeming endless due to the pain in my hands and legs from all the training Jacquie and I did. That girl doesn't know when to quit, I admire that but it's going to get me killed one fine day.
"Seraphina!" I hear somebody call out from behind me, I turn around to see Zahir jogging toward me. He's dressed in an unstructured black blazer, and I can already tell that he's armed by the way his gun is peeking out from his suit jacket.
"Hey there Isa," I reply using his last name and he smiles, a weirdly large one, an almost forced one, "Hi sorry, I saw you and had to ask you something," he clears his throat, coming to a stop in front of me.
I cross my arms around my bare stomach since I was dressed in long slim-fit leggings and a sports bra, I suddenly felt very aware of my body so I covered up myself. "Sure, go ahead," I clarify and he gives me an awkward nod.
"Are you busy this afternoon, by any chance? I wanted your help with something regarding the stock," he asks and my breath gets caught in my throat, what do I say now? play it cool, Seraphina. Why can't he ask Damien, Attila, or even Leo?
