~ Arabellla ~
Something that we agree on. Finally. We both hate him, my father, aka Andreis. I carry his last name... I don't like that I carry HIS name, but it suits me.
"If I'm going to be an assassin of the Italian Mafia, maybe you shouldn't have me down here. I should be up there in the base. With the rest of your men." I say.
He looks at me with a smirk on his face. "You think you're just going to get to base just like that?" He raises an eyebrow. "Well, that's the only way I'll be able to train" I shoot back at him.
He started laughing. "You're funny, you know that?" He walks up to me, and puts his hands on either side of the chair. His breath is on my neck. I can feel his warmth and smell his scent. He smells like rain and sandalwood, with a hint of bourbon and cigarette. It's kind of sexy.
ARABELLA L, SHUT TUE FUCK UP. HE IS UR ENEMY.
"Do you understand that you need to be initiated into the mafia. And you need t9 be loyal?" He asks.
I keep quite because his question is dumb. When he sees that I'm quite he smirks. The first step to getting into the Italian Mafia is being marked. So that no other Mafia will take you when they see this mark.
I frown, I don't want the mark. "And if I refuse?" "You sit down here and die a slow death."
"Fine, do whatever you need to do. I just want to train"
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Romance"Fuck baby, keep doing that " I say to her. She continues sucking my dick. I look down at her, and it brings me over the edge. Seeing her on her knees in front of me. I release my seed into her mouth. I pull out and zip up my pants and buckle my be...
