For The Mafia's Son {Clan Mafiòso Series #1} SAMPLE!

Chapter-4: She is mine.

~Indelicato~

Grandma had freaked out when she saw my bandaged hand, and saying that dad was angry was an understatement.

I rarely lie to them, so I compromised and lied about few of the parts, that I was being careless and tripped down a flight of stairs.

Well, missing a few parts doesn't make the truth any less true, right?

I had thanked Matthew for arranging an amazing school for us.

That night, I propped on my bed and thought about the brown haired girl.

Janet.

She was super cute.

I don't know why, but I've never found a girl cute or beautiful, they were just hot and bang-able for me.

And here I was thinking that this girl, Janet was beautiful.

Why?

Do you guys know?

Anyways, I had slept peacefully after that.

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The alarm rang. It was Tuesday, the second day of school and boy was I excited.

I quickly freshened up and dressed in some torn black jeans and a V-neck shirt.

I styled my hair and then went down for breakfast.

As usual, the breakfast was lavish and as per Mr. Indelicato's order, everybody had to sit together for the meal.

I wasn't late to the breakfast table, as I saw only grandma and Dante were sat there.

I hope Alejandro, comes on time.

Actually having our meals on time was a huge thing at the Indelicato Mansion. Yesterday, Alejandro was 5 minutes late and he was lectured by my dad.

And...Dad's scolding includes- glaring, lots of it, threats, and showing off his gun.

You would've guessed why I was so relieved about reaching on time.

Who would want their brains blown out over coming late for meals?

"Good morning Gran." I kissed my grandmother's cheek.

She gave my shoulders a quick squeeze.

Dante got up from his chair to hug me.

Yeah, me, Ale and Dante, hug each other every morning.

I sat down beside Dante's and dad's chair.

"She argued with me too," Dante said suddenly looking at me.

"Huh? Who?" I asked, bewildered.

I could see that grandma was keenly listening to us.

"That girl, with brown hair, who argued with you yesterday, morning."