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A girl finds herself falling for the devil..
Arabella Walton, daughter of Gabriel Walton, leader of the New York City mafia finds herself falling for the Italian mafias don, Mateo Lopez.
Arabella, 23, is all a girl dreams of, the riches...
6 months later: Arabella's POV: I looked in the mirror, smoothing down my wedding dress.
Fuck I'm nervous.
Arabella's dress below:
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It took me forever to find the perfect wedding dress since I wanted a plainer one, I know it's boring but I just want to focus on Mateo today.
"Are you ready love?" I heard my mother shout from outside the door. I'd made them
"yes coming now" I replied, why was I nervous its only Mateo.
fuck I'm going to be sick.
I ran to the bathroom and vomited into the toilet, why have I been being sick so much? I wondered. I wiped my mouth as I looked up into the mirror to see I had wiped my lipstick off, fuck sake.
"Ara were waiting for you now love, oh you look pale are you okay sweetie?" I heard my mom say as she entered the bathroom. She walked up to me and put her hand to my forehead and frowned, she then placed her hands on my belly and smiled.
what the fuck is this bitch on?
"Right as soon as this wedding is over we're going to go to the hospital love" Mom said as she held my hands.
"What? Why?" I asked confused.
"Love, I think you might be pregnant" she said dead serious, looking into my eyes, I gasped as the information racked through my brain.
Fuck she's probably right, Mateo and I had been being a bit reckless when it came to sex and Mateo often 'forgot' to wear a condom, I'm convinced he wants a child. He keeps randomly bringing up kids and how he wants to have 4 or 5, I am not pushing 5 babies out of my vagina, that's for sure.
"Oh you're probably right mom, fuck I am only 23 I can't have a baby now" I said breathlessly to her as she frowned.
"Honey you've got to remember that he is 29 and he will be getting old soon, you've got to start cooking one soon, this may be slightly earlier but oh well you're getting married and you love each other, what more do you need?" she reassured me, stroking my cheek as I stared up at her with tears in my eyes.
"Mom we haven't even got a house yet I've just been at his apartment, I want a house for my baby, you know that" I told her worriedly. I must admit I've been looking at houses but none really fit us.
"Ara you've got nine months to think about this and maybe you're not even pregnant, we don't know until we check" she told me with her comforting smile. I found myself hoping that I was pregnant, aw imagine little Mateo's running around, or mini me's.
"Okay now let's get married, I'll tell him later" I told her with a determined look on my face.
