THE MAFIA'S CAPTIVE ANGEL
A full-blown smile made its way to his lips; he raced towards me, and I bent, stretching my arms wide for him to fall into.
"How is my little prince doing this morning?" I cooed, and he laughed.
"I'm not little any more," Marcello says, with an adorable pout at the side of his lips. I ruffled his hair, laughing.
"You will always be my little prince." He didn't say anything; his eyes left my face to look at Sin with a smirk on his face.
"Good morning, old man." Marcello left my side, walking towards Sin.
Sin scoffed, sending a playful glare at Marcello. "I'm not old."
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