Checkmate

Sofia and her three brothers are children of the Italian mafia don Carlo Dabria. When their rival needs a truce, Carlo offers his daughters hand I'm marriage.
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"Sofia, Amore mio. You can't dance with the devil and ask why you're still in hell." My pulse quickend. I wasn't scared of him. No, it was worse. I was scared of falling for him. He was most definitely the devil, and I was a sinner.

"Sì, but you don't dance with the angel of death either." I reached for my gun in the hollister attached to my left thigh and brought the muzzle to rest between his eyes.

"You should know by now, la curiosità uccise il gatto.(Curiosity killed the cat)." He was fast to pull a gun from his waist band and hold it in-between my eyes. A breath I didn't know I was holding left my body, and a smirk fell across my face.

"Ma non sono pusillanime.(But I'm no pussy.)" The smirk that was planted on my face was wiped of quicker than Abbys face with a make up wipe, as my father made his way to the centre of the ball room.

"ENOUGH, BOTH OF YOU MY OFFICE NOW." His voice boomed through the crowd that I hadn't realised was gathered as they split for my father's path. He was a bull, and I was just swaying a red cloth in his face.