Mafia Princess // {BWWM} (Malamente sequel)

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[Warning: Sex........This is a sexual book. There's gonna be sex. There,you have been warned.]

Two years later...

Present day

Gianna and Camila sit side by side by the pool at their hotel somewhere on the French Riviera. They had just graduated with their bachelors and are now taking a well needed break.

"Gigi," Camila calls out, getting her attention. "Look at him," she points over at the bar to see a long curly headed guy stare a them. He now smirked as he realized he caught both of their attentions. "I️ think he's staring at you," she giggled.

"Or you," Gianna playfully nudges her.

"Sucks for him that I️ like girls then huh?" She says. "Go talk to him," she encourages. "You've been hung up on Roman for far too long. You need some new dick in your life," she pushes.

Before either of them could move though, he was already making his way towards them. "Hey, sorry if I'm freaking you out with my staring," he says in a deliciously deep voice, "you're just the prettiest girl I've ever seen," he compliments.

Gianna smiles up at him. "Thank you," she blushes. "I'm Gianna," she introduces, holding her hand up for him to take.

"Alex," he greets. "Well, it's a pretty hot day today. And I'm not just saying that cause you're here," he says, making her laugh at his extremely corny joke. "Can I️ get you something at the bar?" He asks.

"I️ would love that."

* * * *
Roman coughed and spit up blood after receiving the beating of a lifetime. He lip was bleeding, he was so sure there were a couple of bruises and cuts on his face and body, his ribs ached and his mouth had a metallic taste to them. One of his assailants raised his leg to kick him once more when a voice said, "Stop."

Both men backed away as Roman looked up while Gio got down to his level to look him intimidatingly in the eyes. "I️ should really kill you for doing such a shit job and breaking my daughter's heart," he spat.

"Capo, I'm sorry-"

"Shut up!" Gio orders. "Regardless of that, you're the only person I️ know that cares for my daughter more than her mother and I️," he says. "And I️ can't have Dante leave Sicily," he adds. "Find her. And bring her back. I️ don't care if you have to force her," he states before walking off. "Get up," he snaps. "You have a job to do."

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A couple of drinks later and she ended up on his hotel bed, kissing him. He soon broke away and slipped his shirt off as he hovered above her, her eyes trailing down his tanned and toned chest. He presses a kiss on her shoulder, then her neck, slowly trailing up to her jaw. It felt amazing.

Usually she wouldn't hook up with random guys on vacation, but she felt such a connection to him, and she was sure he felt it too. She gasped when his hands starting roaming her body, her hands doing the same as their lips met. She squirmed in anticipation and desire as the sexual tension just kept building up.

"Wait," she said, pulling away. "Don't judge me okay, I️'ve never-"

"Had sex before?" He finished for her.

"No, I️ mean, yes I've had sex. You're just the second person I've had sex with," she admits. "So I'm sorry if I'm not very good."