Mafia's Girlfriend 18+

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2 weeks later~

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Leo's POV:

It's been two weeks since my last moment with Rebelle. I've been so busy with work, and I didn't get to see her much.

Even at school, I only saw her in class, but didn't get the chance to touch her, or talk to her. I've been so busy with the mafia shit, and I swear if I don't miss her.

I miss her beautiful round face, soft pink lips, her brown chocolate hair, her curvy body pressed against mine, I miss every fucking thing.

I can't deny my feelings towards Rebelle anymore.

I like her. I have been so stupid to think that I don't like her, after all the things we did.

And I had made up my mind.

I'm going to ask her out. Tonight. But before I do that, I have something else to do.

I called Matteo, and he answered.

"Hey wassup?" He said.

"Matteo, come to my house. I have to talk with you about something" I said and he agreed. I cut the call and drived towards the mansion.

I smirked at the thought of her.

She drives me fucking crazy. And she doesn't even know it. I want her. I want to be with her. I want her to be the mother of my children. I can't imagine myself with anyone else, except Belle.

I want her to be my future wife, and the woman I will love forever.

I don't know how she made me feel love, but she did it. She's the first person I have ever loved.

And when I say love, I mean love.

I arrived at the mansion, and parked my car outside. I got out and the guards nodded, parking the car inside the garage.

I walked in and took a look around the place.

Where could she be?

Rebelle's POV:

I was in my room, laying down on my bed. We didn't have a lot of work today, I already finished my shift. I checked the time to see it was almost 9pm.

Tomorrow, it's my birthday.

It's not like I ever celebrated it actually, since after my parents died, I had no reason to celebrate it.

I just bought a little cupcake and a small candle. Blowing it, and wishing I had a normal life. Where no one had the right to touch me without my permission, to talk to me as if I'm an object and I don't have feelings.

I wished I had a normal life.

Right now, my life it's not that bad. At least it's better than it was. Before I came here, I was in so much stress.

I kept getting fired from works, and every door was slowly closing for me. I had no place where to go. But I'm so thankful to Claire, for giving me this chance in life.