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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"Um, were you going to tell me we're going out tonight?" I look over at my mother who's slipping on her fluffy slippers, a yawn escaping her as she tiredly looks over at me.
"I thought you hated all the business dinners and such," She murmurs quietly, slumping straight past me. I follow straight behind her with Butterscotch hot on my trail.
"I do but not if Silver's involved."
She looked over her shoulder at me, we walked down the stairs in silence, and she looked back to see if I was still following.
To which I was.
"Babe, you can come if you want. We just were used to you saying no all of the time." Mamma walks over to Papà who's seated at the kitchen, eyeing his phone angrily.
"Well, I do want to come with you." I fold my arms across my chest, my gaze fixed on her, as she kisses my father on the cheek, and whispers something into his ear.
Right in front of their fucking child. What is this bull-
"Serenity, you want breakfast as well?" Papà suddenly asks and I raise my brows in shock.
"Yeah..." I mumbled suspiciously. He gets up and walks behind the kitchen.
Mamma grins and winks at me as she takes his prior seat and begins scrolling through her phone.
"So, where and what time is dinner then?" I stare at my mother, waiting for answers.
She sighs and pats the seat next to her, thanking Papà as he hands her a cup of coffee.
I take a seat, allowing her time to consume her coffee while scrunching up her face with distaste.
"Baby, there's not enough sugar." She pouts like a child, staring down at her black coffee and then looking up at my father's back.
Rolling my eyes, I take it off her and grab another sugar packet and dip the contents in there. Mamma takes it gracefully and hums with satisfaction at the taste.
I look over at Papà and see him in his own little world, cooking away at the frying pan.
They're starting to become old. It's scary.
"We've booked one of your father's casinos. We're eating there at seven tonight."
"Our casino." My father cuts in, looking at my mother with stern eyes.
She bites down on her lower lip and giggles, smiling down at her coffee.
Maybe too much sugar.
"Any plans for today, Serene?" Mamma asks, and I shrug, taking the orange juice jug and a big glass as I begin to pour.
"Just staying here. Hayden might come over later if he's got time." I pick up a piece of bacon now plastered on a plate, scoffing it down like a hungry elephant.
