Miles Angelo Matteo, the new leader of the Italian mafia. He has hard life decisions to make and no one is to get in his way. Those walls are to remain and no one is to step near it. But one girl changes that.
Stella Marie Martin is a bright girl...
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I hum when I feel the touch of Miles rubbing circles on my back.
Miles has been quite distant since he asked me to be his girlfriend just over two weeks ago.
I assumed, like usual, it was his job in the mafia. Romeo had called him out of art a few times for an 'appointment.' But I knew it was just code for 'Time to hunt and kill someone.'
Alessia told him relationships were a sensitive topic for him. He's dealing with trust issues and being a Mafia leader you learn to often not trust people because you never know the true motive.
"Ella, baby," Miles whispers in my ear before he lowers his head and starts kissing down my neck.
"Mm?" I hum in response still tired so I shut my eyes again.
"I have a meeting this morning."
That gets my attention. "Seriously? This morning?"
I sit up to look him in the face so he can explain because I don't seem to be understanding.
"Amore-"
"No, Miles. You have been distant for the past few weeks and you don't spend time with me anymore." I almost yell. "I-I sit in art all by myself doing the project we're supposed to do together. I'm not saying don't do what it is you need to do for your mafia but I'd appreciate it if you at least made time for me."
"Ella-"
"I'm not done." I interrupt him. "I'm sorry if I'm new to relationships and maybe a bit clingy but I'm pretty sure seeing you four times across two weeks is just insane."
I take a breath and continue. "You called me here to spend the evening with you and that we'd spend the rest of the weekend together and now you need to leave? Be so for real right now, Miles!"
Miles stares at me and I can't seem to read his expression too well so I roll my eyes. "I'm sorry. It's important." He finally lets out.
I huff out a laugh. "Right." I stand from the bed and each for my purple bag to back up the belongings I left on the floor.
"Stella," Miles calls out. "Look at me."
I sigh and continue packing my bags. "I have to study for my history exam. I'll be busy. Don't call." Is all a day before I leave Miles' room.
I rush through the corridors, stumble down his marble staircase and try to put my shoes on.
I was wearing pj trousers and a long-sleeved shirt so the fit wasn't all that bad. I check my phone and read the time, 8:42 a.m.
My hands brush my shirt and I slip my coat on by the door.
One of Miles' men who I believe is Enzo opens the door for me and I head out not bothering to ask one of his staff to drive me down the driveway way which was a big mistake because it's so massive that it takes at least seven minutes to walk down.
