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9|The second day.

M A G N U S. D E. L A. C R O I X

It's day two of being here. I hate it.

Now I am forced to go to some idiot ball and do some dumb shit.

I'm probably going to have to dance or something, which I won't do.

The only thing I'm looking forward to is the variety of drink that will be there.

That's it.

At least Liam will be there.

I'd be never came with me, I would've never stayed saint.

Liam talked to me last night about me being rude. I don't want to admit it, even though it took me a few hours to understand.

I don't have to be friends with her, but if our mafias are going to be cool, I'll at least be a bit more respectful .

I mean, they're being good hosts anyways.

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7:22 AM

I had to go pick up my suit.

I wanted a new one because this was an important event.

It was from a well known Italian brand. I bought from it often.

After they prepared it form me, I requested that they send it to the tailors.

I only needed minor adjustments.

While that's happening, I may as well go get my shoes.

Just as I was about to head out, I saw her. Right there sitting on the couch of the main living room. A really big living room.

She looked lost. She looked like she was going to fail in life.

I didn't really wanna bother her but I decided to be considerate and check on her.

I cleared my throat as she sat up and looked at me quick.

"Are... uh.. are you o-okay?" I stuttered.

That didn't go well I don't think.

"Oh, good morning. Yea, I'm fine, I'm just waiting for my friends to get here. We were supposed to go shopping together." She innocently explained. "There's a lot of rain outside so it's holding them back. It's holding me back too." She said as she looked disappointed.

"You guys are babies. That's nothing. I could drive through the rain in my sleep." I scoffed

"You're so arrogant." She mumbled under her breath.

"Say that one more time bitch." I said as I came closer to her, holding up my gun to her head.

I'm loosing it.

I wasn't being arrogant. I was just stating facts.

"Get.. your hands.. away.. from.. my .. neck." She struggled to say.

I'm so sick of this shit.

I realized I was being a bitch myself.

I let go of her as she caught her breath.

"If you want to go somewhere, I'm going now if you wanna come."

She looked up at me with a hand still on her chest.

"You should catch your breathe first." I recommend to her as I walked off.

I don't regret doing that. Besides I didn't kill her. She's a mafia bosses daughter for crying out loud.

I decided against it because if I did, the treaty is off and me and the French mafias ass would be seeing hell.

After around 5 minutes, she walked out and handed me keys.

"What's this for?"

"My bike? You have to get there somehow and the driver will take years just to get to a fucking store." She said as she opened one of the many garages they had.

I was in shock.

She has a really nice bike.

She had a Neiman Marcus Limited Edition Fighter. The best bike in the world pretty much.

I Was impressed. I didn't know she could ride.

I guess I dressed correctly.

I wore black cargos with a black T-Shirt and a leather jacket.

She also wore cloths for for a bike.

As I got on the bike, I put on one of the many helmets that were there as she did the same.

She got on the back but didn't hold on.

"You know you can't just sit their like some princess. This doesn't have a seatbelt 'your majesty' so hold on before you fall of the fucking bike." I said harshly.

She clearly protested when she crossed her arms and signaled for me to drive. I sped up forward and braked quickly, thinking she would fall off the bike, but she ended up falling at my back, her hands now around my waist.

I don't know what the hell just happened, but I didn't like it.

I felt something weird but I just shook it off and continued to drive.

She held on tightly has I drove, which gave me more funny feelings.

I practically drove like a maniac just to scare her.

She mentioned wanting to go to 'boutique di abiti firmati.' It's a designer place that sells dresses for a lot.

We arrived there and I decided to go in because of the rain.

We got there and a lady greeted her.

"Oh! Madam Luciano! come posso aiutarti oggi?" (How can I help you today?" The lady said.

" Ho bisogno di un vestito. Domani parteciperò a un ballo." (I need a dress. Im attending a ball tomorrow.) she answered with a cold expression.

I don't know what the hell she said, but that lady looks scared of her. I mean, I'm not intimidated by her, but that lady sure was.

"Ah I see! You follow me this way." The lady said with her thick accent.

I followed behind as she led us to a bunch of dresses.

"Che cosa sta cercando?" (What are you looking for?)" the lady spoke.

"preferisco il nero." (I prefer black.)" she answered back.

The lady led us to a bunch of black dresses, so I assumed Amira requested for them.

"This madam? Do you like?" The lady asked.

"No." She said while shaking her head.
"And this? It is very cute!" The lady suggested.
"No." She said once more.

After what felt like ages, she finally chose.

It was a black dress made of silk. It reached to the floor and had a slit at the leg with a exposed back.

"This one." Amira said to the lady.

"eccellente!" (Excellent!" The lady said.

The lady then rung us up. Amira reached into her bag for her card and just threw it on the table acting as if this is what she does on the daily.

The dress was around 1,700 and she didn't even blink twice before buying it.

It doesn't seem like much to me especially when you're in a rich mafia but now I'm worried she always does this. It's probably daddy's money anyways.