Prohibited

20| The mission

A M I R A. L U C I A N O

"Are you serious? Papa, I'll go on my own, not with her." Magnus protested. "She'll give me a hell of a head ache. She won't even know how to do anything. You know this week is my birthday. I'm going to be taking over the mafia."

"Magnus, about that, we have to postpone." Pierre told Magnus.

"How come? Tell me why, just why? I never asked for any of this." Magnus yelled while shaking his head.

"We have to talk about the mafia when you get back from america. We have to discuss something important by then." Pierre tried to calm Magnus.

His birthday was coming up?

I mean, I did hear about him taking over his mafia, I just didn't notice his birthday was so close.

Magnus scoffed as he stormed out, giving me a cold look before he brushed passed me.

"Amira , please... we need this to happen. Magnus will go with you and you to have to help with this mission." Papá looked at me as if the world had no more options.

I gave in and nodded my head.

"You can start packing when you're ready. You will be going to America in 2 days and 6:00 am." Papá let me know.

I walked upstairs where I could hear something coming from Magnus's room. It sounded like he was tearing paper, smacking a pillow against the wall, and banging on the wall too.

Just then, Liam came out of his room, rubbing his forehead with tired eyes.

"Sorry about the noise." He said in guilt.

"What? Don't be sorry. It doesn't affect me much. Besides you look really miserable." I laughed. He smirked and we walked to the lounge which was in the upstairs level.

We sat down and that's when I found myself telling him about the mission.

"I can't believe Papá wants me to go with him! He gives me such a headache. He's a bipolar bitch and makes me want to strangle him until he turns purple." I said, holding my head between my hands.

Liam chuckled as he shook his head. "I think it might be a little difficult for you to go on this mission with him, especially alone. Magnus isn't really that good at communicating. He's a good guy, but he won't warm up to you that fast." Liam honestly told me.

'Good guy?'

"How the he'll are you his best friend? You're way kinder, funnier, and you have manners." I crossed my arms, leaving back into the chair. "He only has 'manners' when he realizes he's still a guest."

"Well, im glad you think all those great things about me Principessa but don't forget that before I came here, I didn't hate the idea of capturing your empire." He smiled as he looked down, trying to his his expression.

"Oh yea.." I glared at him.

Wait.. he knows Italian?

Eh it's an easy word to pick up on anyways.

"Well from what you've told me, he's probably just upset about not taking over the mafia." Liam looked down. "He's always been ready for this moment.

I didn't really know what to say. I was also supposed to take over my mafia but I definitely lost my chances after all the times I've gotten into trouble.

I tried my best to look at the bright side of this. We'd be able to see america, try new things, see different places, go on a mission, there was a lot we could do and I was willing to make the most of it.