Emi Petrov is the daughter of a Russian mafia leader and a Japanese Mafia leader. She's well known as the She Devil, most fear her while others take her as a joke, the ones who take her as a joke are the fools who don't make it out alive. Emi works...
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Lorenzo POV "My men are dead because of Matteo!"
"He's getting out of hand!"
I sigh listening to the other mafia men in the room argue back and forth, they've been yelling for the past hour, and it was giving me a headache. I wasn't paying them no mind anyway, my mind has been in and out since the meeting started. I could only think about one person and one person only.
Emi.
I couldn't get her or last night out of my head, the way she felt, her moans, her smell, god she's intoxicating. I know I shouldn't have kissed her, but I couldn't help it, something in me snapped, her lips were so soft and plump.
She's just so beautiful—and yet I told her something I didn't mean. Telling her that last night would never happen again was something I regretted deeply, and I rarely have regrets. Then again it was for the best, it shouldn't happen again, did I want it to happen again? Yes, but I'd never admit that aloud or to her, she'd definitely get a kick out of it.
God, fucking her made the way I feel about her so much more complicated.
"Lorenzo!" I bring my attention to the man that yelled my name. I give him a cold glare.
"Yell at me like that again, and I'll have your fingers cut off" I threatened darkly. The man cleared his throat nervously before shutting up.
"Lorenzo, have you been listening to anything we've been talking about?" One of the other men asked. I give him a lazy look
"Talking? You've all been yelling for the past hour, so no I haven't been listening" I sigh as I lean back in my chair.
I hear one of them scoff "Dante, you should've stayed in charge, your son has no respect for the rest of us" He said, looking toward my dad who sat near me, also not paying them any mind.
He only came to this meeting because the other leaders wanted him to, and they wouldn't stop nagging him to come, so he came to shut them up.
"Watch it Rico," My father said darkly as he looked at Rico with a bored look. Rico scoffs and leans back in his chair mumbling under his breathe like a child.
These men are older than me and act like ignorant children.
"What are you gonna do about Matteo? This is something between the two of you and yet it's affecting all of us" Another man ask me. I raise an eyebrow
"You act like Matteo doesn't have a reason to attack you all as well, you've all wronged him, so don't play the innocent card," I argued.
"Yes, that may be true, but let's remember who started all of this with Matteo" Rico jumps in.
"I hope you don't mean me? Because if anything Matteo started all this himself" I said glaring at Rico.
"Really Lorenzo? You killed his brother" Rico snaps back.
