Light Grasso,
A middle Son.
An heir to the Grasso business and industry.
A head counselor of Italian Mafia businesses.
A narcissist.
Lilith Berenguer,
A princess of Italy.
A fiery woman.
A walking death.
A mastermind.
When Lilith faces the...
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"Where's my fucking purse, Marco?!" I hate mornings. Especially when I have to leave the house early in the morning. "And where the fuck are my pills?"
"I have it all, my lady." Marco showed up with my purse, bag and pills. All ready to go to Chicago. I've postponed my visit to Chicago due to Mr. Turcilli but now that I'm done with it, I must take care of the matters that are truly important. "You shall eat breakfast before we leave..."
"I must drink whisky before I leave." I corrected him, pressing my tone and warning him. "You're not coming with me."
"My lady..." Marco has been trying to convince me to let him join me since the last night but I do not want him to come along. I must take care of this subject all by myself. Although, I have someone I can trust.
"Will you fucking shut up, Marco?" It's the morning sickness. "You're supposed to simply obey me and not fucking argue with me."
"You must not go alone, my lady." Marco and his concerns. This twenty three year boy has been loyal to me more than those blood related men I knew all my life. "Your enemies can take advantage of your loneliness."
"I won't be alone." I had no choice but to tell Marco, or else, he'd be worried about me all day till I finally return home. "Someone who I trust is joining me."
"Do you not... trust me, my lady?" Marco bowed, asking a question that made me feel... the guilt. Fuck, I didn't mean... I trust Marco. I do,
"I trust you wholly, Marco." I told. "I simply don't want to put your life in danger. You're my royal attendant and not bodyguard. There are certain jobs you're not trained for."
"I'm bound to protect you, my lady." Marco bowed again. "I also am trained with basic defense. I'm capable to protect your physicality." Of course, he's just twenty three.
"Marco, kiddo, stop being a kid and obey me." I sighed, patting his shoulder. "I am the princess of Italy and a Berenguer. I've survived alone for twenty seven years, Marco, I can do it further as as well."
"I know, my lady, but..."
"Don't worry, kiddo, I have someone who will protect me as a shield." I answered, walking out of the door after picking up the coat from my study chair. "And fuck, give me some whisky. I need it."
"As you wish, my lady." Marco bowed and followed me out of the door with my bag, purse and pills. "But, you must eat something before." This kid!
"No omelette." I sighed, "No bacon. No pasta." I am not hungry.
"Cupcakes and tea?" Marco asked and I can't deny a cupcake. I could never deny a cupcake for this must be the only thing I love after the whisky.
"Whatever it is, bring it." I sighed knowing I don't have any apatite. I am never hungry. Thanks to anxiety pills, they take away my sleep, apatite and the will to live.
