A Runway model and the American-Italian mafia boss
Alex D'Cruz has a rough past life that remains dead to her. On a way to forget everything and move on to a different part of Italy. She is independent and focused on herself a sa rising runway model...
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Giovanni Gambino
I finished buttoning up my shirts and rolling my sleeves to the increase of my elbows. I walked out of my room and sunlight shone through all the house windows. I went downstairs and went into the kitchen pulling out some fruits to make a smoothie. Alex probably isn't up right now, or she is. I could care less right now.
"Good morning," Alex said as she was coming into the kitchen with a huge smile on her face.
" Morning," I said.
" So what are we doing today?"
" Nothing, I have some work to do."
" I am coming with you, I have nothing to do. Until tomorrow I have to get the rest of my outfits for the show to make sure they fit."
" Sounds nice," She came around the island and stood next to me. I blended up the fruit and the yogurt. I grabbed two glass cups and poured the smoothie into them. I handed one to her. She took a sip.
" This is good," I know. I responded in my head. I went and grabbed my keys from the key hook and gulp the rest of the smoothie down. I opened the garage door.
" Wait, can you drop me off at the mall? I can ask Cora to meet me there."
" Hurry up," I said. Women ask for too much. Especially this one in specific.
She came back downstairs no later than two minutes. She smiled at me and walked passed me into the garage like she knows what car I am going to take.
" When can we ride the motorcycle?"
" We?" I questioned. She just looked at me. Is something seriously going on with her soon-to-be husband? I am going to keep my mouth shut this time. We got into my Mercedes and backed out.
All the cars got shipped here last night and I bought three new cars for my mama and father. My house isn't far from the mall, so we were there in less than 20 minutes. I got out of the car with her since Cora is defiantly isn't there yet. She is never on time.
I walked slowly behind Alex, but she kept walking fast, so now I have to walk even faster to keep up with her. Does she have somewhere to be? Maybe she has to use the restroom. Who knows?
" Cora," Alex almost jumps into her arms. Last time I checked they aren't related to each other. Cora likes her best friend of five years more than me.
