The Mafia's Heir

Chapter 33

Afan and I sat side by side at the table. He had his arm around the back of my chair and the other lying on the table. I was looking down at a stack of documents that described almost everyone who would be coming to the dinner parties. I had to memorize faces and names. Even likes and dislikes. What was I going to do with all this information?

It wasn't like someone was going to come up to me and begin telling me what they loved to do during the summer. Or quiz me on who their original family is and who is the least liked there. I just ended up skimming through them, until Afan decided to quiz me and realized I hadn't been reading at all.

"Princess Amina and late Queen Aisha."

"Your sister and mother. Your sister, Amina, isn't too fond of crowds and guys, so she'll most likely be surrounded by female guards and maybe you. Your mother, Aisha, will be socializing with lots of the guests. I'll find her with the single men from France, because she always had an interest in them."

"Very good. I see you actually read this time."

"I did."

"Irene Martinelli."

I nearly growled at that name.

"Irene...Martinelli...Alessandre and Alexandre's birth mother. She will most likely be with her husband, Stefano Martinelli, trying to woo me into liking her so she can have whatever she wants when I'm queen."

"Cynthia..."

"Fine. She'll be trying to flirt with grandpa..."

"Really..."

"Ugh! She and her husband will be with the older families who have been in this longer than both you and me. I will most likely find them laughing at the younger families."

"That's not true," Afan denied. I knew that was true.

"She's done that to your family, hasn't she?" I asked. He couldn't lie to me.

"...Nope."

"Liar."

Afan sighed and flipped the page. I hadn't even finished reading the page before. I was going to fail at getting to know people properly. What if I call one of my cousins by the wrong name? Would they kill me? Like hell they would. I'd kill them first.

"Francis and Alessandro King." Afan began playing with the end of one of my curls.

"The gay couple? I've been wanting to meet them for the longest. How old are they? How long have they been together? Are they really gay or just close?" I exclaimed. I really wanted to know. I've always wanted to meet a gay couple.

Afan chuckled and flipped back a few papers to show me. OMG! They really are gay. My wish is going to come true. There was even a recent picture of the couple. They were handsome. I knew exactly what I was going to say when I approached them. Wow...

"Hey, let's take a break. We've been at this for hours," I suggested. "Don't ask about Youngmin or my parents. I could care less about their mental states right now. I think Lucio is with the maids now."

"What do you suppose we do?" Afan asked and finally took in my appearance. I was still wearing my outfit from earlier. Youngmin had made me promise to change, but I'd refused.

"I don't know. Let's talk about you. I want to know your life story." I smiled and pulled his arm around my shoulders. "Then...I'll tell you about me."

Afan licked his full lips and smiled. I so wanted to kiss him right now.

"My full name is Afan Binti Wan III. I'm the eldest son of the late Queen Aisha and late King Afan Binti Wan II. My sister, Amina, is like my own daughter, so you'll see me protecting her more than ever when she gets here. I hate women who throw themselves at me. I hate snitches. I went to three colleges in America for...eight years as a punishment. My father thought I was being stupid, so he sent me to a college for business and two colleges for religious teachings. I hated it, because it wasn't me who was being stupid, but my father. Being overseas did me no good. I was still the crappy child father thought I was.