𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮 a the Spanish mafia daughter,after her dad lost her mom he became overprotective about her and hoping not to make the same mistake he did years ago with her mom.
𝓛𝓾𝓬𝓪 a young Italian mafia boss had lost both of his parents at a...
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I walked up to the restaurant that my dad wanted me to meet him at.
I take a deep breath in before walking in, I immediately spot my dad sitting at a table with a relaxed facial expression.
I walked up to the table where he was sitting. "Ah dear you're here."He said with a soft smile. I ignored him before sitting down on one of the chairs.
"Look Rosaline-"He said but I cut him off. "Save it. I don't want to hear it."I said in a cold tone while I gave him a death stare.
"Where's the guy I'm supposed to marry?"I asked, because I had arrived later than planned so I had expected the guy to arrive before me.
"He's running a bit off schedule. But he should be here soon."He answered with a sigh.
"ok."I answered coldly, crossing my arms.
I was still pissed off at him for setting me up with a guy to marry without asking me before and now he's late?
What an irresponsible guy.
We both sat in awkward silence when the restaurant door opened again, I looked over to the entrance to see a tall man in a suit.
I wasn't able to see his face but I could see his hair.
He had beautiful dark brown hair.
When he walked closer I saw a glimpse of his hand. He had a gold watch on his wrist.
That gold watch.
I've seen it before.
It couldn't be him could it?
I got my answer when he walked out from behind the wall.
It was him.
The same green eyes.
Luca.
My heart pounded in my chest hard and fast, he walked up to our table looking at me with a big ass smirk on his face.
This mother fucker.
"Sorry for arriving later than planned, I had some business to take care of."He said shaking my fathers hand."All good sir, you must be Mister Morelli."My father said with a smile."Yes, you can just call me Luca."He said turning to look at me."You must be miss Rosaline."He said extending his hand out for me to shake."Cut the crap Luca."I said slapping his hand away."Rosaline!"My father said with a frustrated look on his face.
"It's alright Mister Romano, she's right."Luca answered putting his hand back into his pocket."I beg pardon?"My father said with a confused look on his face."I already know miss Rosaline here, we're good friends."Luca explained with a smile while I glared at him.
Good friends huh.
"Oh? Rosaline, how come you never told me?"My father asked, looking at me.
"Because it was none of your business."I answered coldly."Alright then I'll leave you to be then."He said with a small smile before leaving.
