The Mafia Princess

~Chapter 1~

I guess you could say my life was great. My mother and I had money, I didn't hate my job, I was enjoying my life almost to the fullest.

The reason I say almost is because I was still a virgin.

Yep.... I know.

I never had the chance to just find someone I liked and who liked me back in return to actually have that type of intimate relationship that is until I met him.

His name is Jacob Solorzano. He is the most handsomest, and sexist person I have ever laid eyes on. And I know it's true because my grammar is all jumbled up.

I was at a lost for words when I met him.

But I will start where it all began. And how me and him met.

"TWYLAAAAAA!!" my mom yelled from the downstairs kitchen.

And for the millionth time today I was once again getting out of my bed.

Running down the stairs I turn to look at her back in the kitchen "What's up ma?"

She jumps a little looking back at me stunned, I never understood that part of her.

I raise my eyebrows looking at her so she can tell me what she needed. Looking at me like I'm crazy she shrugs her shoulders like she didn't just call me.

"What did you need mom?" Her brows crease and then it clicks " Oh! That's right, um, could you reach the plates for me I don't know why they're all the way on the third shelf. You know I can't reach them sweetheart."

I smile and shake my head at her because my mom was so short and needed my help. I wasn't much taller than my mom but I was tall enough to reach the third shelf but the fourth shelf could kiss my ass.

"I told you before to get a stool but you said that would just make you really believe that you were short." I laugh at her and she smacks my butt.

I look at with a pout.

"Ow! Mom that is so not cool!"

She begins laughing herself while I get the plates down.

"So what you came out of me right, so it's pretty cool to me."

Scrunching my nose and leaning on the countertop "Thanks for the visual" I wait patiently as she fixes both plates and I grab them from her hand and walk to the living room turning on the tv.

"What you trying to watch?" I yell slightly so she can here me, she comes walking towards me with two cups in hand.

"Is there a football game on tonight? I heard your friend Angelica talking about the Superbowl coming up so I want to see who makes it so I can root for them to win in the Superbowl." Saying while seating down and putting the cups down.

Flipping through the channels I get to a football game with the Denver Broncos and the Chiefs with them on the end of the first quarter and the score being 0-7. "Ok, that's more like it the Broncos look like a good team."

"Why you say that?" Slurping up the meaty spaghetti that she made I look at her. It's because she likes the color orange stupid!. My conscience says to me. And damn it to hell she's right.

"Silly girl you know I like the color orange. And they all look so good in it." I roll my eyes while I keep eating and feeling her sparkling body beside while she talks about the color she loves.

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By the end of the game the Broncos won 21-14 and my mom jumped for joy like she really understood what was going on when I was explaining the entire game to her while eating my third plate for the night.