Emi Petrov is the daughter of a Russian mafia leader and a Japanese Mafia leader. She's well known as the She Devil, most fear her while others take her as a joke, the ones who take her as a joke are the fools who don't make it out alive. Emi works...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
18+ warning,
Emi POV "I thought you were insane before, but you have clearly lost it," Fallon laughs. I roll my eyes as I held the phone to my ear and started my shower water.
"Fallon, I called you for an update, not for you to give me your two sense because Mila went and ran her mouth," I said, removing my clothes
It's been a couple of days since my confession with Lorenzo, he's been busy so I haven't been seeing him like I've been wanting to but then again that's a good thing, I still needed to figure out how I was going to go against my mother. I told Mila, in which she jumped around with joy and yelled I told you so in Sorin's face, and then Mila turned around and told Fallon. I don't know how I keep forgetting their best friends.
"I'm sorry I'm sorry, this is just crazy, you go against your mom? I'd be shitting my pants?" She said.
"Trust me I am," I walk over to my sink and sit on top of it.
"It's about damn time, you know—"
"Fallon, update," I interrupt, seeing that she was getting off track.
"Right, I looked into Jossyln's past and found that she was in fact in Italy for three years, nothing says why specifically, but just like you assume, it could've been for Lorenzo," She said. I waited for her to continue, but when she didn't a took that as a hint she was done.
"That's it?" I asked.
"Yep," She replied.
"Fallon really?" She has to be kidding.
"Look, it's hard finding information on mafia people, especially on this specific topic, it's like Jossyln got rid of everything that happened in Italy," She explains.
I sigh and rub my temples.
"Alright, just keep trying, I'll talk to you later," I said before hanging up.
What did she do that made her get rid of every little detail. I knew it involved Lorenzo, but getting him to talk about it wasn't going to happen, and I doubt anyone else in the house would talk. Maybe I should just let this go...
"Perfect timing,"
I snap my head in the direction of the door seeing Lorenzo walking in, removing his jacket then tie.
"Larusso, why are you in here?" I asked, watching as he removed his button up, revealing his muscles and tattoos. I couldn't look away.
