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: Vincent Salvador
I move stealthily, it's dawn, and I managed to sneak out of the room without Seraphina knowing. It was a hard task because she was cuddling me and had a death grip on my waist but I replaced my body with a pillow, I pray to the gods that she doesn't bloody notice that.
I'm wearing a black hoodie and black sweatpants, I don't need to dress up well for this but I made sure that I had my weapon ready... I pace down the hallway, everyone is asleep anyway so I don't need to worry about making a shit ton of noise.
I decide to take the route to the cellar through the kitchen, it'll save me time and energy since I'm still half-asleep and running only on pure rage and driven mainly by hatred.
I'm swift to notice that taking the kitchen route was a bad fucking idea, because of course, only Damien's fucking fatass would be awake eating at this hour.
We both freeze when we see each other, his mouth hangs open while my lips press shut, "Good morning," he whispers and he's already suspicious of me because of the way he's narrowing his eyes at me. Shit okay, act cool, act normal like you're simply awake because you can't sleep.
My eyes drift to the sandwich in his hand while his gaze drifts to my hands stuffed in my pockets, I need to wave or something, "Morning!" I reply and take my hand out of my right pocket to wave but that's when my dagger falls out of it and lands on the marble floor with a loud clang. Fuck.
His jaw drops and as if in sync, a slice of cucumber falls out of his sandwich and drops on the slab. He's going to tell on me, isn't he? He can't keep that mouth of his shut, can he?
I bend down and slowly pick up the dagger, but my gloves fall out of my left pocket, I roll my eyes and mutter a curse under my breath. I pick up both of the items and stand up again, simply to see Damien grinning at me like a fucking Cheshire cat.
"Caught in 4k bitch," he smirks and I glare at him. He takes another bite of his dumb sandwich while I storm up to him and snatch it out of his hand, stuffing it in my mouth. Payback... for what I don't know.
I clear my throat and watch as he dusts off his kitten t-shirt, mafia don my ass, "Your fatass better keep its mouth shut, I was never here. Don't tell anyone, especially not Seraphina," I threaten him and he grins like an idiot. He really knows how to get on my last nerve, doesn't he?
"Call me fat one more time and your beloved girlfriend will know exactly where you are," he retorts and I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose, "Fine."
He scoffs, "I'm not fat, you're just blind. This is all muscle, baby!" he snickers and pokes his well-built bicep, true, I call him fatass because I find it funny.
I roll my eyes and am about to leave when he stops me, "How come you're wearing your cross necklace?" he questions, his eyes drifting down to the silver cross necklace hanging from my neck.
