Chapter 7: Ducati

Chapter 7: Ducati

Zaina’s POV

I passed the situation; I couldn’t believe that I had fooled them, and they believed me.

I just smirked as I remembered what had happened earlier. After the guy wearing a black T-shirt left, they all followed him, but before the man wearing a grey tuxedo left, he glared at me and gave me a warning look.

I just ignored it and gave him a cold stare in return. How funny isn’t it?

I went into my room and lay down on the bed. The first day, I kicked the fuck boy’s bully ego. Secondly, I was given a threat by a teacher, and now I met a Mafia, not just a simple mafia but a Mafia Boss.

My day is so great and nice. This is fucking good. I glanced at my wall clock to see it’s passed twelve o’clock already in the afternoon.

I’m hungry. I get up from my bed and get off. I went to the kitchen and looked at what was inside my refrigerator. Damn, no food left. I forgot to buy groceries yesterday.

I moved away from the refrigerator and closed it. I reached for my