Enzo Salvatore- a wealthy business man by day, sexy mafia boss by night. He has it all. The money, the looks, the wealth, and usually the women. Yet when he crosses paths with Aria, he feels as though he's missing an important piece.
Aria Lopez- she...
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I got back from the fashion week over a week ago- only attending the shows which were Aria's. Call me obsessive.
She's good at what she does. All of the models looked incredible because of the lingerie they were wearing. Not that I paid too much attention to them. Aria was the most stunning woman there. And that's when i felt the anger surge through me; when he put his hands on her and they went to talk.
I don't know who he was. I didn't even have the right to be angry. She's not my girlfriend, I don't even know her to well. Apart from what Matteo dug up on her and there was barely anything even there.
Matteo is the best at what he does, and I'm not just saying that because he's my step brother. But he can find out anything about anyone.
But there was nothing on her. Not even her parents' names.
It was wrong of me to try and find things out about her without actually talking to her. Yet I wanted to know why I felt the pull.
Why I wanted to be around her.
Why I wanted to hold her and not let her go.
It's a weird feeling considering I've only known the girl a little over a month. Fuck I can't even explain it. That's why I wanted to do some research on her, to see if I knew her in the past.
But nothing.
But moving on from the beauty that plagues my mind almost all the time; I have a lot of work to do.
New trading deals are being made between the US and Saudi Arabia. Which makes for a good opportunity for our mafias to benefit from each other. We get supplies for guns and ammo, they get access to our chemicals. It's not as shady as it sounds. They make vaccines and sell them- surprisingly there's a large profit market for that in Asia.
But before we make that deal, there's a few new starters today who need some training. We tend to pick kids from lesser backgrounds. The ones that grew up with no family or no money. It's giving them a second chance for themselves.
They also know their way around the streets which can be helpful.
So training them today is part of my job. Well more stand there and look intimidating so they feel pressured to perform their best. Always works.
I start making my way from my office on the top floor, down to the basement. That's where everything happens. I can see all of the new kids in the main sparring room, talking amongst themselves. But as I start to make my way inside- the voices die down. Good.
"Get into pairs" I command, watching as a few scurry around to get with their 'friends'. But a younger kid in the back, probably 15, just stands there. Staring at me. No one has decided to be his partner, either no one wants to be sparring with possibly the youngest kid here, or they've all decided to leave him out. I don't like that.
