Book 7 of the Mangoverse
What's written in your fate, finds you on its own.
Collection of short stories.
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Connected to my book Hasratein but can be read on it's own.
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She keeps her feet on the dashboard. On the fucking dashboard! I know it is to piss me off so I try to be better but it is so fucking annoying. This car is my child, I've threatened to kill people if they even touch it and here she is. With her dirty boots on my dashboard. I thought she was a flower. Now I admit she is a cactus.
She looks around, observing things with the eyes of a clever assassin. "Don't even think about it." She looks back at me to smile. "I was thinking what to buy."
I have more deaths on my conscience than I have acquaintances. Which means I have more enemies than I care to remember. This self righteous pretty cactus will be dead before she blinks if she doesn't listen to me.
I shut the car lock before she gets to leave. "Listen here dolcezza, if you want your head attached to your body," gorgeous as fuck head and body, "there are rules you must follow. Stick to my side at every chance, do not let go, or it is going to be one big problem."
(Sweetness)
"The only problem I have Vicenzo, is you. Whatever the rest is, I'm sure it's better than you." My sweet venomous sniper you have no goddamn idea.
We walk into the mall, her hand gripped in mine so she doesn't get stupid ideas about how to run away from me. We enter shop after shop and she tries on a million dresses only to reject them all and walk into another store. She has some serious level of patience to shop because mine is running thin.
"Mia regina, please let this be your last stop. I have other matters to attend to." She scoffs lightly. "What in your life is more important than me?" She turns to mock me with her beautiful eyes.
(My queen)
She is abnormally tall for a woman. Six feet I think. And yet it is too much distance between her mouth and mine. The urge to just have one goddamn taste is so high, I might have to physically restrain myself to keep in order.
"Nothing. Nothing is more important than you."
"That's what I thought." No way in hell does she like me yet, and her sugary sweet smiles are all a ruse for something else that she is brewing. Nevertheless, I walk behind her in what I hope is the last store.
I sit on a couch while she picks up a hundred random dresses to try. Out of all the clothes she tried in the previous stores, she never showed me even one. God knows what she does in that room for hours. I shut my eyes and throw my head against the couch.
I still remember the day, the hour, the minute I first saw her. It was ten years ago. I was staying in her family's hotel and while I was in the lobby, waiting for Rina, Siya was there with her younger sister.
The younger girl was talking about something excitedly while my girl was there, looking glum and so lost. She has the most beautiful dark brown eyes I had ever seen and they held the pain of the world.
