𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐎
She hates him as much as he hates her. There is nothing more than hatred and lust between them. All her dreams fall apart when her parents make her marry him to protect her from their oldest enemy and unite their mafia wit...
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It's only been three fucking days since the dinner and our parents want to talk to us again.
I can't handle it especially my father.
Nicholas became cold and rude again after we arrived and I hate it.
But this is how we meant to be.
This side of Italy is beautiful , and I regret that I hadn't visit it when I lived here. But I couldn't because of the "war" my family had with Nicholas' one.
It was their side and we weren't allowed to be here , like they weren't in outside.
But a long ago , we moved in New York for a better life for us and for the mafia like the De Lucas did too.
Our mothers were secretly best friends in high school but when my mom got married with my dad , she was forced to cut with miss Celestine because of my grandfather.
"Stella , where the fuck are you?", his voice echoed in the room.
"In the kitchen", I shouted so he can hear me.
When he arrived in the kitchen, he sat down in the chair next to me.
He is white t-shirt has blood and his knuckles had cuts.
"What happened" , I asked when I took his hand in my own one.
"I got in a fight , nothing new for me", he explained while he was making eye contact with me.
"Go shower and then come back to wrap your hands. Okay?", I demand him , still making eye contact. He nodded and then left the room.
After thirty minutes he came back, now wearing grey sweatpants and no shirt.
"Can I see the wounds , please? ", I ask and finnaly he gives me his hand.
It's that bad as I thought, he will be okay.
I let his hand and I sit back to the island chair.
He takes a chair to sit and place it next to me.
"You know that our parents are visiting to talk about the whole marriage thing , right?", I ask him nicely, trying to make a conversation.
"Yes , unfortunately. I don't want to fucking see them again. Especially my father", annoyance lacing his tone while se speaks.
The door bell rings , so I guess our parents arrived.
His look becomes cold again and he goes to open the door.
After , he opens it , he returns back to the kitchen and sit in his seat.
Our parents walk in and stand in front of the island while out fathers look at as angrily.
"Why did you left , son?", his father asks looking him with disgust.
