MAFIA'S LITTLE GIRL

I slowly walk to my aunt cautious of the men with guns. She holds me. "It is okay dear, don't worry" But I am very worried right now. "Who is he?" I ask not taking my eyes off him. He's staring at me too, so we maintain eye contact. I ignore my heart beating so fast. Not now you. Don't fall for a stalker. He's hot. But a stalker. "I'm here for what's mine" He answers my question, eyes still on me. "What's yours?"I ask because I am confused "No one here belongs to you... Not my daughter. Not my neice" Aunt Sofia spat. "Bold of you to assume I want your daughter. What would I possibly want with that spoilt brat?" He raises a brow directing his question at Aunt. I stifle a laugh, covering it with a cough. Alessia glares at me. Not the right time to laugh. "You don't seem to be aware of this. But my Bella.. " "She's not yours" Aunt Sofia cut him off, but he ignores her. "My Bella was used as collateral for the death of one of our people when she was eight " What? "I don't beli

Taking a shower, I dress up. I peep out of my room. No one. Tiptoeing out, I quietly go down the way I came back. The smell of waffles hits me and my stomach grumbles. I'm hungry. I follow the smell getting to the kitchen. I see someone sitting on the kitchen island and I pause. Maybe if I slowly walk back I'd go back unnoticed I back away slowly almost getting away, then he looks up. His face scrunches in confusion before realization settles in. He smiles at me beckoning me to come closer. Damn. He's good-looking. "Come" he says. What's it with these people and one word? I shake my head taking a step back. "Are you hungry?" He askI shake my head one more time. My stomach grumbles loudly. Betrayer. He laughs. I like that sound. "Here" I look at the plate of waffles he's giving me "Just take it. I don't bite" I quietly walk to him taking the plate off his hands. Might be poisoned. I stare at the plate suspiciously "It's not poisoned" "Thank you" I say quietly. I tur

Matteo standing behind me is trying not to laugh out loud. Everyone staring at us at the door makes me feel awkward. I really don't like people staring at me this wag "Your seat is beside Boss" Matteo whispers and I search for Nico. I see him at one end of the table and his dad at the other end.I see that man from the kitchen, who I kindly named waffle boy, sitting by Nico's right and a red head sitting by his left side and I'm certain that's my place. With my chin up, I gracefully walk, well as graceful as one wearing a Donald duck tee shirt and matching shorts with no slippers on could. I ignore the judgemental stares and whispers keeping my head up. Everyone wore fancy dinner clothes, to them I don't fit in the circle. Andrea would be so proud of me for not running off. I walk till I get to Nico stopping next to the redhead, I glance at Nico and he has his eyes fixed on me already, like he is waiting for what I'd do. Waiting to see my reaction. He had the nerves to let some ot

I sit back down, glaring at my plates like that would help solve anything. Nico gets up and leaves, telling redhead to 'make sure I eat'. I force myself to take a few bites from my toast, playing around with the oatmeal in my bowl.Waffleboy sits across me, flashing me a smile.He had this bed hair that I'm certain he did on purpose because it looked good on him. He was wearing a black suit with a white shirt, the first three buttons were left open revealing the cross chain on his neck. "Hey kitten" I glance up at him before going back to playing with my food.From the corner of my eye I see redhead pushing her chest out and giving him a sultry look trying to get his attention but he doesn't pay attention to her. He's looking at me, staring at me. I don't like people staring, makes me feel awkward. I keep my eyes on my plate avoiding his dark gaze.He takes a cherry from the bowl throwing it into my bowl. This little....Taking a deep breath, i control the urge to stab him. There's

The entire car ride was quiet. None of us saying anything. I reach for the radio the same moment he did and our fingers brushes. "Sorry" I mumble, retracting my hand. My cheek heats up and I turn away before he can see it What is wrong with me?? Why am I acting like a child?"You okay?" He asks and I nod.He puts the music on and some random song starts playing.'I know I'm not yours and I belong to anotherAnd it doesn't help that we want each otherBut baby I'm begging just for tonightDon't let me go baby, hold me tight'Okay. Okay. Okay.This is weird. Am I the only one that thinks so?Or am I reading too much into it?I steal a glance at him and he's eyes are on the road. I take this opportunity to study him.He has thick, dark hair with few strand standing due to the amount of times he ran his hands through it. His eyebrows are bushy, and his eyes are dark and intense. He is muscular with broad shoulders. His body is obviously covered in tattoos, but I only see the ones on his