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Isabella
"Prom queen, eh?" Someone asked. I turned and Mitchell stood with his hands in his pockets. God he looked so good.
"Unfortunately. But I beat out your girl and her best bud so that is always a plus." I smirked and he took a few steps forward so that we were closer together.
"Yea, she was pissed." He laughed.
"Hey, making her angry at me is a blessing." I chuckled. It was silent for a few moments and Mitchell looked down as I fixed the sash over my shoulder.
"You know I voted for you." He said.
"What?" I asked confused.
"Yea the guys and I all voted for you. I may have lied to my girlfriend." He said sheepishly.
"Why would you do that?"
"I didn't want her to win. I don't know isn't prom queen supposed to be the most beautiful, fun and kind?" He asked and I blushed slightly.
"I'm not beautiful or kind. I'm fun but not the other two."
"You are beautiful and kind...and fun." He said and I felt my cheeks become warm again.
"I beat people up and sell drugs and I'm a Mafia boss. That's not kind."
"Depends how you look at it. You beat up bullies and selling drugs is not as bad anymore. Everyone does it." He shrugged.
"And I think you will be one of the best Mafia bosses. Probably better than me." He admitted.
"Wow Mitchell Mercer admitted that I will be a better Mafia boss. Well shit." I whispered.
"I'm admitting it because at this very moment I don't care."
"You don't care?"
"I don't care that you own the best Mafia in the world and I don't care that I am leaving in two days for Russia." He said and my eyes widened.
"You're leaving!?" I asked stunned.
Before he could answer he stepped forward and took my face in his hands and pressed his lips to mine softly. I stood still briefly contemplating this life situation because I haven't had my first kiss! Well now I have with Mitchell Mercer.
I then closed my eyes and moved my lips against his. I was probably the worst kisser ever but it didn't seem like he cared.
He pulled back and smiled at me before his smile faltered.
"I love you. I don't care if we haven't dated or anything but I fucking love your psychotic ass. I'm sorry." He said whispering the last part. He brushed past me and walked out the door and I stood staring at the empty main lobby by myself.
My phone buzzed and it was Deacon saying that he was here. I walked outside and got into his car and stared at the dash board quietly, blinking back a tear.
"What's wrong Bell? You look like you've seen a ghost." He said staring at me.
"I just had my first kiss and the guy turned away and walked away. He is leaving for Russia in two days." I whispered.
Deacon grabbed my hand and pulled me into a tight hug as I sat there like a blank slate.
"There are plenty more where he came from. There will always be more for you Bell." He said lightly touching my cheek.
"Thanks Deacon." I whispered. His words were kind but they had no effect.
I was going to kill Mitchell Mercer.
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The Future as a Rivers (Fifth Book)
रोमांसIsabella Rivers was born and raised into the mafia. Her parents were leaders of the prestigious Mafia and were rulers of the new world. Mafias everywhere feared them as did governments. However, Isabella's parents died in a fatal car crash, leaving...
