In the ruthless world of warring mafia families, blood ties are meant to be thicker than any blade. But for princesses Calla and Lily, loyalty will be torn between honor and selfish desires.
After a treacherous death threat, the sisters are forced i...
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(Dominik)
My spirits feel lifted after a good night's sleep and a fresh morning shower. That is until I reach the bottom of the stairs and see Calla sitting at the kitchen island, eating a bowl of freshly sliced peaches. It's too early in the morning to deal with her snark.
Her eyes don't lift from her tablet propped up in front of her as I strut through the kitchen to make my espresso. I sigh and shake my head. Calla is so predictable. She doesn't even look up at me as I walk past her. It doesn't seem like anything has changed. In high school and college, I would parade girls in front of her to piss her off, but most of the time, she stayed indifferent. She'd barely look my way, and when she did, it was just a simple eye roll before sinking back into casual discussions about fashion with her friends. She lives to shop, and that's about it. It's common knowledge she spends most of her days at the mall.
I grab a cup of coffee and sit at the other end of the island, stealing a glance her way. Her white dress shirt is a little too unbuttoned, showing off her decent cleavage, and her black slacks hug her just right. Calla's dry sarcasm is annoying as hell, but what's even more annoying is how attractive she is despite her lack of personality. I like a woman with fire in her veins, but Calla barely sparks my attention with her random, witty remarks.
"Morning, Calla." I finally break the silence before sipping my robust, bitter coffee.
Calla takes a deep breath before slowly releasing it, showing her annoyance at the shatter of her tranquil morning. She scrolls up on her tablet before answering, "Morning."
"Did you sleep well?" I ask with a smirk on my face. I might have purposely given her the worst room in the house, not that it's bad. It still very nice, but her spoiled ass probably hated it.
"Well, enough given the circumstances." She tells me, filling me with satisfaction that I might have been right. The princess and the pea can't stand not having perfection.
"I'm so sorry my home doesn't live up to your standards." I try to hide the smirk that is itching its way onto my face.
Calla shakes her head. "It's got nothing to do with your home or the bedroom, and everything to do with being ripped from my home without warning and nonconsensually then thrown into a strangers home. I kept waking up panicked realizing I was in my own bed and trying to fight the sleep fog to figure out why "
"Oh come on, this isn't a stranger's home. We've known each other for years." Should I feel bad that she got a terrible night's sleep? Probably. It's not like I want her to feel unsafe here. Annoyed, uncomfortable, and overall irritated, yes, but not unsafe. I'm actually shocked she felt unnerved. I didn't realize Calla felt emotions.
"No one is going to hurt you or your sister here," I try to reassure her when she gives me a death glare.
Honestly, Lily was the only one out of the two that I was worried about. Unlike Calla, she's younger and shows more of an emotional range than a teapot. I quickly look around the open floor plan and don't see the other Monroe sister. "Where's Lily?"
