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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Song for this chapter - There you are by ZAYN
Pov: Vincent Salvador
"El puto nervio de ese culo [the fucking nerve of that ass]" I rant into the phone and hear Attila cuss back in greek, Zahir is fucking lucky that he's a member of this gang and I can't fucking lay my hands on him, I'll have to seek permission from Valeria before any further interrogations regarding him. "¿Ustedes lo mantuvieron cautivo? no le has hecho daño, ¿verdad? [did you hold him captive? you haven't hurt him, have you?]" I rub my forehead and ask Attila who is currently in the basement cells I'm guessing.
I hear Jacqueline scoff and I smirk, before I know it, she takes over the phone and starts ranting, "No, not without your orders although I'm very tempted to slit his throat in fucking half and burn him, how could he betray us? How fucking dare he touch Seraphina like that? HOW FUCKING DARE HE?" she shrieks into the phone and I keep it distanced from my ear so I potentially don't go deaf.
"Okay, αγάπη μου [my love], we're all pissed but you need to calm down, take a deep breath," Attila tries his best to calm his girlfriend down on the other side of the line while I look for mine, I went to the gym to blow off some steam so now I'm walking back to my room. "Si, cálmate, Jacquie. Let your boyfriend help with that," I tease into the phone, and she groans.
"I'll deal with your dumbass later, now go take care of your lovergirl. Bye!" she chirps and cuts the call, that girl and her mood swings terrify me sometimes. One second she wants to slit someone's throat in half and the other she wants to be caring.
I approach my door and stuff my phone into my pocket to open it, the minute I swing the door open something comes flying toward me but I don't have the common sense to duck so it hits my chest and falls to the floor. I sigh and look down to see her... underwear?huh?
"Non riesco a trovare niente da indossare, oh mio dio! Penso che sto impazzendo! [I can't find anything to wear, oh my god! I think I'm going crazy!]" she mutters under her breath and continues frantically flinging clothes across the room, I smirk and lean against the wall amused by her little rant.
"Quando sei irritato, la tua mente non funziona, amore mio. Calmati, prima. [when you are irritated, your mind does not work, my love. Calm down first]" I call out to her in Italian and she freezes. "Hai ragione, tesoro [you're right, honey]" she sighs and turns around but her eyes widen to the size of saucers at the sight.
I'm leaning against the wall with a devilish smirk on my face, I'm shirtless & sweaty from the workout and my shorts are clinging to my skin so she can see exactly what she does to me. Especially when she's only wearing a tank top and underwear, ranting sexily in Italian. To top it all off, her white lace underwear is hanging from my finger.
Her cheeks burn red and she coughs to cover up her ferocious blushing, she shyly walks over to me and snatches the underwear from my grip, "Stronzo [bitch]" she adorably mumbles, glaring up at me through her lashes before sassily turning around.
