She's just a woman at least that's what everyone thinks.
The famous black rose a mystery.
One night when she's out on a mission to assassinate she gets ambushed and kidnapped.
But not for long when she signs a deal with the Russian mafia to work w...
I giggle to myself as I skip down the hallway to his office.
I push open the door walking in. "Ever heard of knocking." The man of the moment grumbles.
"You called me here asshole." I roll my eyes taking a seat on the chair across from him. "So what did ya want?" I ask leaning back in the chair getting comfy.
"I thought I'd inform you that we now have an alliance with the Spanish and Italian mafia. This is to plan to take down the Ukrainians." He informs me. I aimlessly nod along not listening just bored. "Amelia are you even listening to me?" He grumbles sounding fairly annoyed.
"Hmhm." I hum nodding.
"You can leave Amelia." Is the last thing I hear as I practically sprint out of that room and a heavy sigh.
I skip along the hallway down to my room bursting into my room and jumping onto my bed. Burying myself in my mountains of pillows and blankets and falling asleep happily.
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I groan as I feel someone shake my opening my eyes slightly seeing that it's only 2 in the morning. "What?" I mumble not opening my eyes.
"I can't sleep." I hear a little voice murmur sleep strong in her voice.
"Just go sleep." I grumble.
"I can't." She murmurs.
I groan in annoyance and roll on my side back facing her and going to sleep ignoring her and knowing her she won't leave me bed. She can stay there for all I care. I just want my sleep.
*
I blink open my eyes shifting slightly only to find Amelia asleep next to me. But no not just next to me. My arms around her waist and her heads on my shoulder.
The fuck.
It feels so right though doesn't it.
I little voice in my head says and I don't even want to move, speak or think because that voice is right. Yes, this does feel right. Yes, it does feel like she belongs in my arms and I want to scream because what am I thinking this.
I drop my head back on my pillow my mind racing and I just don't want it to feel this right, I don't want it to feel like this, because if it does then I want to act on it. My mind races with what it could be like do I did act on it what are future could look like and I want to just turn my mind off.
I carefully extract myself from her quick walking to my bathroom shutting and locking the door stripping down and getting into the shower. I just fucking hope when I get out of here she's gone.
I lean my forehead onto the wall letting the water fall down my back trying not to scream.
*
I lean back into the chair in my office tilting my head back staring up at the ceiling. After I had got out the shower this morning Amelia was already gone and I done the best I could in avoiding her and escaping the house as soon as I could. Right now I'm in one of my buildings for my legal business.
I look back down at my desk and finish off my paper work.
Once I finish all my paper work and leave the building and get into my car. I just sit there in the drivers seat for a while trying to decide where I want to go.
I start up my engine and make my way home.
When I arrive at home I park in the garage getting out and making my way in the house locking the car behind me and throwing my keys in the key bowl.
Sighing heavily I scrubbing my hands over my face as I walk into the dinning room where my ma and da were sat so was Romeo my second in command and Amelia was sitting inbetween him and a girl I've never seen before.
"Who's she?" I grumble looking at the unfamiliar face.
"I dunno she said she was your girlfriend." Amelia shrugs.
"I don't have a girlfriend." I grumble glaring at the unfamiliar looking girl who looks like she's trying not to laugh. "This ain't funny. Who are you?"
As soon as I ask that Amelia burst into a fit of laughter. Oh god her laughter it's like angelic.
My mind starts racing again with thoughts of her and I just want to turn my mind off right about now or give museld some kind of head trama just to stop thinking.
Who the fuck is this girl?
Right.
"Who is she? She sure as shit ain't my girlfriend." I grumble getting more annoyed by the second.
"I actually don't know who she is she just well turned up and said she was here for you." Amelia shrugs and I want to scream, 'if you don't know her why did you let her in?'
"Figured she was your booty call or something." Amelia shrugs like she's reading my mind or some shit. "I mean.." Amelia trails off discretely gesturing to how she's dressed. This unknown woman was wearing a black revealing dress with healed boot things that went to her knees and a silver necklace with her hair up in a pony tail and that's when I figured it out.
The French mafia tattoo is on her thigh but only visible from when she sat down and her dress has ridden up slightly.
Why are my men so stupid?
She must have seen the realisation cross my face because she stood up quickly and tries to hold her knife to Amelia's throat.
Key word:tries.
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