Mafia king and demon, Noah Gabriel is everyone's fear, and the very mention of his name makes one shudder.
Everyone adores Isabella Rose Robinson, who is known as an angel, and she has her unique style of speaking.
After they meet, Noah forces her...
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Noah's POV:
"Thank you, Ava; I hope to be back in a couple of weeks," Isabella says, her voice trailing off as she finishes her call. I've handed her the phone, mostly out of curiosity about how long she'd chat with her friend. From what I've gathered, she's stubborn—extremely so.
I roll my eyes as I signal her to wrap it up. The endless gossip about everyone from the bakery owner's scandalous divorce to Mr. Condom's disastrous cheating and violent ex-wife has been surprisingly entertaining. I admit, I enjoyed the irony of it all.
Finally, she hangs up and hands me the phone. Daniel bursts into my office, his face lighting up when he sees Isabella. "Isabella, let's go!" he announces with unrestrained enthusiasm. I scowl; Daniel's infatuation with her is obvious, and it's starting to irritate me.
"Where are you two headed?" I ask, watching as Isabella springs up from her seat and skips towards Daniel.
"She wants to learn how to play the piano. I'm teaching her," Daniel explains. I can't believe how easily Isabella is adapting, as if she's on a leisurely trip rather than caught up in a world she doesn't belong to.
"Tonight's the event," I remind them, trying to rein in their distractions. "The ball is at 7 p.m., and it's only 9 a.m. We still have plenty of time."
Isabella approaches me, leaning in with a challenging smile. "And just to remind you, you don't get to control my activities," she says, poking my chest lightly. Her touch is so feathery that it's more playful than painful, but it still gets under my skin.
I grab her wrist, careful not to hurt her but firm enough to make a point. "And just to remind you, little miss, you're dealing with a mafia boss. Don't give me orders." Her wince of pain is almost satisfying. I release her wrist, and she steps back, with Daniel quickly taking her hand. Before Isabella closes the door, she calls me a loser.
I can't help but shake my head. I've gotten involved with a child.
---I head to the kitchen for a glass of cold water, needing to stay hydrated. As I walk, the sound of the piano filters through the house, and Leila spots me.
"Yes, sir, how can I help you?" she asks, glancing toward the piano with a proud smile.
I ignore the question and ask, "Can I get a glass of cold water with ice cubes?"
"But sir, you have water in your office," she replies, puzzled.
"I need it with ice, Leila," I snap, feeling my irritation rise. Why am I being questioned?
Leila nods and heads to get the water. "Isabella and Daniel are playing the piano; they look quite adorable," she adds, beaming with maternal pride.
