Serafina's Pov“I can't believe, Sera, that you didn't even get dressed. How about the clothes I bought you? You know those were beautiful,” my best friend Isabella Moretti said bitterly; she had invited me to a masked party. A Halloween party, I had come from work and didn't have the chance to change into something.Yeah, I wasn't prepared like every other person with pretty clothes and fancy masks on their faces. There was loud music while some spoke at the corner; some made out while the rest drenched themselves on alcohol, swindling their bodies to the beating of the song that played. I kept wondering why I was here; I felt out of place. This wasn't the kind of place I wanted, but with Isabella whines.I happened to be summoned to her pressure. She was my best friend, but we were two best friends from different worlds. She lived her life to the fullest with zero worries, like it was going to end that day.Silly, she enjoyed the life of the party while I worked my ass out at the ba
Carlos Gotti's Pov“Search everywhere for him.” I heard a voice coming from behind the door; the girl who helped me out had run back to get some bandages.Staying here was becoming more dangerous; I had no men by my side and came unarmed to get some groceries when Gambino men surrounded me. Someone must have given off my location. After I didn't sign a business deal with the Gambino, they have been on my neck to desperately kill me and have their way. My guards were left downstairs, where I walked into the grocery shop, shopping like every normal person. Nonna was coming to visit me, so I had to get the things she wanted myself.Yeah, it was a stupid mistake. I had read the contract, and it wasn't as pleasing as I had thought; all proposals were in their favor, and I wasn't going to sign that.Disrespected at the gut of them tracing me in, I received an axe wound on my chest and managed to escape through the backdoor. As I kept running, my chest throbbing within me, I heard distant mu
Isabella Moretti's Pov"Yeah,” I raised my hand in victory as I got the jackpot of the video game I was playing. The tingling sounds reverberated on the walls of the room. I could see Sera occasionally stealing glances at me like she had something to say, but she shook her head off and continued whatever she was doing. I still wondered why there weren't any customers at that time of the day. If not for the deliveries made, I would have concluded that starting this business was just a waste of money.Yeah, she was my best friend, and we both started this cupcake business together.“Hey, what are you doing?” She etched a brow, coming closer to where I sat at the corner of the coffee restaurant. Our team was desert; she made the best cupcakes in the world while I assisted the little way I could.“I heard this game takes tons of money from people,” she blurted, dropping her hand on the chair where I sat as she paired her eyes at my phone.“You heard wrong, it is actually the best; the che
Seraphine's Pov“Are you okay? Isabella," I asked her over the phone after the call finally went through. The delivery never got to its owner, and I had received tons of calls. For that reason, I began to worry. After calling her with no answer, I became agitated. Maybe something happened to her; I shouldn't have sent her for the delivery; probs she lost her way.I was worried, continuously calling to know whether it would go through.“Yeah, I'm fine,” she said. I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing she was fine. If she was fine, then what happened to the cupcakes?“The cupcakes didn't get delivered, why?” I could feel her roll her eyes at the end of the phone.“Sera, I quit.” “What do you mean?” I managed to ask; it was the bad time for her to do so; the business wasn't going as smoothly as before, and I needed every support I could get from her, no matter how little.“I quit Sera; I'm done with those shenanigans.”“You own part of this business, so what'm I supposed to do?” My heart
Carlos Pov Those perfumes—why does it smell so much like Isabella? I thought sitting opposite the girl I just saved. I had finished up the cupcakes given to me by Isabella. I thought of checking out the store; it reminded me of my Nonna. She didn't fail to bake one for me when I was younger. I wanted to know the location of the stores so I could easily order one. Getting into the shop, I met a beautiful woman. I made my order before some mafia gang came. I was wearing sunglasses, so no one could easily recognize me. I knew that those boys must have been sent by Frank. I helped her send them away. Hearing her talk about Mafians in such a manner, she must have had personal experience with them. I don't know, but it feels like I have met Seraphine somewhere. She seems so familiar with those pairs of eyes. I am able to hide my identity, but I don't know how long I was going, but the way she is acting so nervous. Oh my! Has she fallen for me just this instant? I wanted to confirm my
Seraphine Pov I kept on staring at the necklace, caressing through it over and over again as I stared out through the window of my apartment. He is handsome and charming. I never thought I was going to see him again to ask him those questions of who were the people chasing after him. Why was he running from them? He doesn't even recognize me, which makes the questions useless. I couldn't get his face off my mind; can't he recognize me again? The girl who saved him at the Halloween party. It pained my heart that He couldn't recognize me any more, but I am grateful he is right on time to save me from those uncultured mafia. I wonder what could have happened to me if he didn't come. I'm already about to close down the business. Just then Isabella crossed my mind—what might have happened if she decided to back out at me? Is it because business isn't going fine anymore? Could it be that? But now I have an investor just like God sent. I'm going to give her a reason to come back. I can
Carlos' Pov I felt a sense of purpose watching her laugh heartily. Her laugh amazes me. I don't know why I am doing this, but it feels so right; it feels like I'm supposed to be here. It's been ages since I played and laughed with someone. My life is programmed to kill, to work till my knuckles, to be impatient, ruthless, mean, name it—I qualify all as a mafian don, but here I was laughing like a child. Something I was deprived of while growing up was all about being serious and being trained like someone is chasing after you. I was all my family got, but I wasn't given any breathing space. I was taught how to fight at the age of 15, and that was my life, but being with this girl feels so good, like a lost piece of me has been found by a treasure hunter. “This is so hilarious; I can't remember the last time I laughed so hard this way,” she said, playing with her fingers. She is nervous, and her eyes look down on the pool of mess we just made. She is avoiding eye contact with me.
Isabella's Pov Incredible! My plans worked as I planned, but then when I was on my way to my date, I forgot something. I have come back to pick it up when I saw the image of Carlos and Seraphine at her doorpost. I was consumed with rage and anger. They were so close that their lips almost touched like they were about to kiss. Seraphine lived almost in the same street with me, but I have to walk past her street to get to my apartment. I hide myself between a wall and watch them. My fist clenched and my lips pressed into a hard line. What is Seraphine doing with him? Has she figured it out yet? I don't think so; she doesn't even have any clue. But how did they both meet again? Oh no! The cupcakes. I shouldn't have given it to him, but what was I supposed to do? I acted out of happiness, unknown the consequences with cost my charade. I waited for him to kiss her, but he didn't; rather, he brought out a necklace. What! That is supposed to be my necklace. I know Seraphine scheme
Isabella PovIs time to deal with Seraphine, I have tolerated her for a long time. I asked someone to follow Carlos that night and I found out that he went to see Seraphine that night.I'm consumed by hatred for her, I want to see her suffer.“Hey Seraphine. You have to pay me out” I snapped over the phone when I called Seraphine. I didn't care about the greeting or about how we used to be.“Just give me a little time” she said, but I wasn't having it. I just want to put her in so much pressure that it would be hard for her to come. Oh her parents too, I can use them to my own advantage, I smirked at myself holding up the pack I will use to bring her business down. I planned to take her to hell. Firstly, incur debts for her then use this to finish up my revenge.“I don't have time Seraphine” “I just got out from the devil's den, Isabella I was kidnapped. I haven't even gone to the store” “I don't care about Seraphine. I just need my payout. You can send it out asap” I didn't wai
Seraphine's Pov My eyes blurred. I placed a hand on my forehead, my head pounding in-between. The feel of my home was the same; I felt safe, my legs untied. I was lying on my couch before the doorbell rang. It's a cozy one room, which was separated nicely. I got space for my bedroom, which was demarcated from my small sitting room. My dining and kitchen are in the same place.“I'm coming,” I yelled, staggering to the door to see who was knocking. My body lumps.“Who are you?” I yelled, and my eyes fell on the black pants tracing from down up.I could recognize that voice; it sounds quite familiar.“I'm glad you're okay,” his voice came again. I held a hand on the doorpost to prevent me from falling."Carlos,” I called startled. What is he doing in my house? “You don't look too good.” “Yeah, my head is pounding so badly.” “Come on, let me see that.” He took my hands and led me into the room.I grumble at each step.“Let me carry,” he offered, but I protested.“No, I'm good.” But h
Isabella's PovHe acts like he doesn't know what I'm talking about; telling him might make him suspect me; I can't let it out.But he stays with Seraphine all day in that stupid store. Why will he reduce himself to a Seraphine assistant? Is there something I'm missing out on? The last time I checked, Seraphine hates Mafia; she is so bitter about them. She doesn’t even want to associate with them because of what they did to her father, but why does she like Carlos? I could see it from her eyes that she is really into Carlos, or is there something I'm missing? From his tone, he seems not to like me much. I need to come closer to him, have a way around his heart, and make him like me. But Seraphine, the previous day I sneaked up at them playing at the store, I was consumed with rage and anger. My heart broke into pieces watching them throw each other flour. I wanted to stop them but I couldn't.But he won't let me; he doesn't even want us around. I can't sit with her and watch him have
Carlos' Pov “Boss Seraphine has been kidnapped,” my pa reported. “I asked you to guard her; why didn't you do your job?” I slapped my hand on my office desk, frustrated. I didn't go over to the cupcake store because of an emergency. “I'm sorry, boss, but the guard on patrol was knocked out. There is nothing to panic about the girl; she is just a lowlife,” my assistant added. My face darkened at her calling Seraphine a lowlife. What up with me with this girl anyway? I'm already suffocated without seeing her face. “I will give you the grace because you're family. Nobody dares question my authority, or do you want to carry your head on your palm?” He shrunk away in fear. I'm ruthless, but you see, I'm loyal to my family. “Get who took her and report back to me.” "Yes, Boss,” he immediately disappeared and was left alone in my office, my fist unconsciously clenched with my feet constantly tapping on the floor. I knew who might have done this—none other than my cousins. H
Seraphine's Pov "Isabella, I have been worried about you.” I said to Isabella, who suddenly showed up in my cupcake shop. She looked restless as she constantly tapped her fingers on the counter. “You back me out; you hardly pick calls, and you even packed out of your apartment. Isabella, what is going on?” “Hey Seraphine. I don't answer to you, so quit the fake concerns.” “Fake concerns!” I shook my head in shock at her words. She thinks I'm giving her fake concerns. This isn't Isabella, I know; what has come over her? “You went to deliver cupcakes; it never got to its owner, and you put me through the stress of baking another cupcake. Do you even know what that means? You’re chasing our customers away.” "Our,” she asked with a raised eyebrow. “I told you I quit Isabella. I made it clear.” “But why, Isabella, we promised to pull this out. Why will you back out now?” “This isn't your business. I'm here for something. I need your perfume.” “My perfume!” I sh
Isabella's Pov Incredible! My plans worked as I planned, but then when I was on my way to my date, I forgot something. I have come back to pick it up when I saw the image of Carlos and Seraphine at her doorpost. I was consumed with rage and anger. They were so close that their lips almost touched like they were about to kiss. Seraphine lived almost in the same street with me, but I have to walk past her street to get to my apartment. I hide myself between a wall and watch them. My fist clenched and my lips pressed into a hard line. What is Seraphine doing with him? Has she figured it out yet? I don't think so; she doesn't even have any clue. But how did they both meet again? Oh no! The cupcakes. I shouldn't have given it to him, but what was I supposed to do? I acted out of happiness, unknown the consequences with cost my charade. I waited for him to kiss her, but he didn't; rather, he brought out a necklace. What! That is supposed to be my necklace. I know Seraphine scheme
Carlos' Pov I felt a sense of purpose watching her laugh heartily. Her laugh amazes me. I don't know why I am doing this, but it feels so right; it feels like I'm supposed to be here. It's been ages since I played and laughed with someone. My life is programmed to kill, to work till my knuckles, to be impatient, ruthless, mean, name it—I qualify all as a mafian don, but here I was laughing like a child. Something I was deprived of while growing up was all about being serious and being trained like someone is chasing after you. I was all my family got, but I wasn't given any breathing space. I was taught how to fight at the age of 15, and that was my life, but being with this girl feels so good, like a lost piece of me has been found by a treasure hunter. “This is so hilarious; I can't remember the last time I laughed so hard this way,” she said, playing with her fingers. She is nervous, and her eyes look down on the pool of mess we just made. She is avoiding eye contact with me.
Seraphine Pov I kept on staring at the necklace, caressing through it over and over again as I stared out through the window of my apartment. He is handsome and charming. I never thought I was going to see him again to ask him those questions of who were the people chasing after him. Why was he running from them? He doesn't even recognize me, which makes the questions useless. I couldn't get his face off my mind; can't he recognize me again? The girl who saved him at the Halloween party. It pained my heart that He couldn't recognize me any more, but I am grateful he is right on time to save me from those uncultured mafia. I wonder what could have happened to me if he didn't come. I'm already about to close down the business. Just then Isabella crossed my mind—what might have happened if she decided to back out at me? Is it because business isn't going fine anymore? Could it be that? But now I have an investor just like God sent. I'm going to give her a reason to come back. I can
Carlos Pov Those perfumes—why does it smell so much like Isabella? I thought sitting opposite the girl I just saved. I had finished up the cupcakes given to me by Isabella. I thought of checking out the store; it reminded me of my Nonna. She didn't fail to bake one for me when I was younger. I wanted to know the location of the stores so I could easily order one. Getting into the shop, I met a beautiful woman. I made my order before some mafia gang came. I was wearing sunglasses, so no one could easily recognize me. I knew that those boys must have been sent by Frank. I helped her send them away. Hearing her talk about Mafians in such a manner, she must have had personal experience with them. I don't know, but it feels like I have met Seraphine somewhere. She seems so familiar with those pairs of eyes. I am able to hide my identity, but I don't know how long I was going, but the way she is acting so nervous. Oh my! Has she fallen for me just this instant? I wanted to confirm my