The Saints' Trilogy: Book One
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐛 𝐁𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐰𝐲𝐞𝐫
-Can be read as a stand alone-
The daughter of the Italian mob boss, Gianna Romano is one of the top lawyers in the world. She despises the mafia and having to clean up...
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I haven't seen Gianna all day.
It's strange and it's even more strange to think that I at some point lived a normal life without her in it.
I called her to ask if she wanted to have lunch with me, but she didn't answer and then sent a text saying that she was very busy today. Later on in the day she asked me what my favorite color was which was random.
I actually had to think for a while about what my favorite color is. I have no fucking clue so I chose two.
Brown and black.
Brown because of her gorgeous eyes that I want to stare into for eternity and get lost in without anyone ever interrupting.
Black because that was the color of the skirt and blouse she wore when I met her for the first time. Her legs were the first thing to get my attention and I thanked the lord for making her decide on wearing a skirt that day.
She didn't ask anything after that. I haven't heard from her since and it's almost the end of the day.
It's around ten thirty at night and I so badly wish to see for at least a second. I don't know how much longer I'll survive without her presence and her kisses.
My phone suddenly rings as I'm heading out of the warehouse where I just killed some random idiot who refused to give me information on Marcello.
I pull my phone out to see that Gianna Romano finally remembered that she has a boyfriend who will die without her attention.
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I don't respond or even think to ask questions.
I do as she says, and I get into my car immediately making my way to her penthouse without a second thought.
I try my best not to start thinking the worst. I'm trying to convince myself that she simply wants to see me and missed me as much as I missed her. Maybe she just has information on her brother and wants to tell me in person.
She's fine.
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The golden luxurious doors to the private elevator slide open and it's like I walk into heaven.
