His Docile Mafia Princess
I learned very early on in life to keep away from her, or I'd pay for it.
“Sit with us,” she pats the empty spot on the sofa.
“I'm good, thank you.” I instantly decline, I'm not changing, getting strangled, I'd rather Enzo just kill me himself, that way I go out the way I lived, ended by a skilled professional and not the woman who brought me into this world.
“You look lovely,” mother remarks, her gaze sweeping over me slowly, her smile intact. “Hey, doesn't she, Sofia?”
“Duh, mother. Of course she does.” Sofia rolls her eyes. “She is literally dressed in Gianna's latest clothing line, She's bound to turn heads.”
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