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)
As I grab my watch off the nightstand, I peek into Calla's room. Once again, she's up, showered, and dressed before me. After the engagement celebration, I haven't been able to get her out of my head. I stepped outside to take a phone call and overheard the conversation between the Sullivan princess, The Perezes, and their cousin. Those fucking bitches not only bad-mouthed my brother but my second.
I wanted to step in, and just as I was thinking about it, Calla did it for me. I've never heard anyone outside of myself and my mother defend him like that. I just needed her to be like the rest of them. It made her disinterest in me a little more bearable. She's still boring. She still lacks any depth of emotion outside of the thrill of getting a new purse, and apperently anger when someone insults my brother.
I shake Calla from my head once again before rounding the divider wall that leads to the hall in my room. The bathroom is still filled with the scent of Calla's freshly applied perfume. The milky floral scent has become a morning custom for me. Every morning, she wakes up, gets ready for the day, and applies that alluring perfume in my bathroom. Our bathroom.
Damn it, stop.
Immediately, though, the image of Calla sitting at the kitchen island eating her morning peach flashes into my brain. Another daily routine I've grown to like over the last few days. The way she sits on the stool with her long, slender legs crossed is a sight as beautiful as the sunrise. Even the graceful way she brings her peach slice to her lips is like watching a swan glide across a glass-top lake. Serine and peaceful... until she opens her mouth and takes a daily jab at me, but even those I look forward to, and egg them on.
The thought of her downstairs right now puts a pep in my step. My door opens, and I enjoy the grin on my face until I see Kwan leaning against the glass railing outside my door, stopping me in my tracks.
"What's wrong?" He never greats me like this.
He pushes off the glass railing with a grim look on his face. "I was hoping to tell you before Calla found out, but I think it's too late for that."
A mask of concern and confusion slides off my face as my gaze lands on his wrapped knuckles. What the hell happened? "Tell me what?"
Stuffing his wrapped hand in his pocket, he says point blank, "Lily was attacked last night at the school library."
"The fuck!" My voice raises with shock and irritation. "Why am I just hearing about it now? Is she alright? Where is she?"
"She's a little bruised and her lip's busted, but other than that she's fine," He answer calmly but quickly. "It was late, you were already in bed so I made a judgement call. Figured she needed some rest before we handled all of this today anyway."
I start heading down the breezeway with Kwan following me. "What the hell happened? Ken was supposed to be watching her."
"The jackass was sleeping in his car while she was inside studying. I saw her leave and then saw someone follow her so I went after them, got there just in time to stop some perv from assaulting her right there in the parkinglot."
