Secrets of Love

Secrets of Love

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Romance
Anger grows inside me, as I'm processing that she just slapped me. "Bella don't ever slap me again or I swear I will break your hand She looks at me softly with a red puffy face from crying the whole ride and stays silent. I push a strand of her hair behind her ear and wipe the tears from her face. "My Bella you're to pretty to be crying over shitty men" I whisper. She looks up at me and leans in to my face, just when I think she's about to kiss me she mutters "my name is Arabella to you, go fuck yourself Matteo".
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  • Isabella

She is an assassin in her brother's mafia. She is fierce and has strong opinions. One of those opinions is that she has always disliked the leader of the mafia they worked with, an alliance had been formed a while ago and now the Italian and Spanish mafia had to work together. He is a mafia leader of the Italian mafia. He is determined and doesn't take bullshit. One thing he thinks is bullshit is the alliance between his mafia and the Spanish mafia. He has to work and cooperate with them. It was no problem in the beginning but when the boss of the Spanish mafia introduces his sister in the picture the alliance becomes hell. Will they get along or will they destroy each other? ~~~~~~ His breath fanned over my face. I looked up into his eyes. Those green eyes that melted my heart. "Let me go," I whispered even though I didn't want to but he couldn't know that. "No," he whispered back and his grip on my waist tightened. I could feel the burn of his hands. The burn only he gave me when he touched me. His lips came closer to mine and slowly he pressed them against mine.

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