Alessia Ferreira is Italy’s Mafia Princess and yet… she has absolutely no clue about it. She doesn’t know she’s being watched and targeted. She is worth millions and everyone wants their hands on her. Including him. Judas Sinclair is known around Rome for being a dangerous man, someone you should stay away from, a psychopath, a girl’s worst nightmare. He has issues on top of issues and the last thing he needs is a girl in his life after what he did to the last one. But his job is his life and when he gets assigned by The Boss as Alessia’s bodyguard, he has no other option but to obey. Alessia is in great danger but at least she has Judas on her side to take care of her… right?
View More"Oow, you're a cutie, such a sweet little thing," Alessia murmurs a few seconds after my monologue, staring at me with sparkling eyes and a slight pout on her mouth. I frown in confusion because I have no idea where the fuck that came from but before I can say anything the girl lets go of my arm, wraps her arms around my waist as if I've given her fucking permission to touch me and slams herself against my body, burying her face in my chest, "You want to be a lion but you're just a kitten." I stiffen with my arms flying to my sides to keep from touching her. Her arms curl around me without any hint of shyness, her skin feels warm, so much so that it's like it's burning me over my shirt. I have a momentary urge to take it off to feel her better on my body. After a few seconds of discomfort I relax my arms and place my hands on her back. She feels small and weak, but I don't dislike it that much. I take a breath because I actually like the way s
So far I'm 98% convinced I'm going to hate this girl, Alessia or whatever the fuck her name is. I won’t be able to be around her all the time, it’s only been a couple of hours and I can’t take it anymore. All she does is talk, talk, talk, smile like a demented person, laugh with every single thing someone says and wave her hands with every word that comes out of her mouth —a mouth that maybe would be sexy if she just kept it fucking shut. Everyone in my family is practically eating out of her hand, it’s so pathetic I want to just shoot something. Or someone.. someone named Alessia. As usual, I’ve been keeping to myself and trying to disassociate. I haven’t said more than strictly necessary, or perhaps even less than that. Not that it’s something bad, I think if we all said only what is necessary there wouldn't be so much ear pollution in the world. "Excuse this inept, he never speaks," Kyle sneers and punches my arm, still chewing like an animal. I look at
"Fine. Whatever," he mutters in annoyance, not lowering his perfect eyebrow as he sprawls in the chair, staring at anything but me with an arrogant, nonchalant air. "So?" I prompt him after a few seconds, but he just shrugs his shoulders and stays silent. "You're not going to say anything?" "I have nothing to say," he mumbles, rolling his eyes. Such a brat, and the girls say he's dangerous. He might roll his eyes at me until I die but other than that I don't see how he's dangerous at all. "Well, since I'm going to be the new Fabiola for a while, we should start communicating openly with the basics and all," I start to say with a fake confident smile on my lips. Judas just stares at me in silence until I start to feel anxious. His eyes are heavy and intense, "We didn't get off to a good start, did we? Let's try again. Nice to meet you, Judas, I'm Alessia.” "Jude,” he corrects, sounding annoyed. "Judas fits you way better," I say
{ Judas } I sigh with my eyes tightly closed, I know I need to chill but it’s impossible with Sebastian Ferreira in front of me. I'm always nervous when we have to talk with the boss, but now that he's back in Rome and we have to see him face to face, I feel even more nervous and anxious. Especially because my mom doesn't have any kind of survival instinct and has been acting like a brat the whole meeting. There's nothing worse for me than having to put up with my mom involved in the business being the way she is. She thinks she's always right and she thinks she's the boss even when we're sitting right in front of him. If I'm going to do this for the rest of my miserable shitty life, I can't even think about marrying someone who isn't a paywhore who'll stay fucking quiet forever. “No. You're not thinking straight. I think tha…” "Love, please, just… just let us handle this,” my father interrupts her, equally if not more exasperated than me and ever
{ Alessia } It's my first day at my new school and I'm late. I don't have a phone at the moment so I was relying on my biological clock but it failed for almost half an hour. I jump out of my old and creaky bed and start pacing back and forth completely disoriented, sleep clouding my thoughts. I put on the uniform that Linda (some woman who said she'll be working for us) left on my desk last night and I put it on as fast as I can. The uniform is actually kinda nice, the black skirt is short but not too much, and it somehow makes my butt bigger. The shirt is grey with a big logo and I even get to wear a cute bowtie. It looks pretty on me and makes me excited because I've never worn a uniform to school before. I look at my bloated face on the mirror and I curse myself for crying so much last night but I remind myself that, actually, very few people are going to approach me on my first day. And probably no one will pay attention to me. These things happen and even pretty girls don
{ Alessia }Going back to Italy will be like surgically reopening my wounds from the past and very gently dripping a few drops of acid on them. I will remember my mom and that stupid liar Lorenzo. And I'll go back to worrying about my underdeveloped little boobs. In addition to reliving those two things that left me so scarred, I'll be looking back to the amazing life I had in the States these past few years. And maybe it wasn't the most 'perfect' in the world compared to other people with better opportunities, but it was really quiet, nice and it worked for me. Everything was finally going according to my plans, for the first time in my whole life. I was getting good grades, I had everything strategically planned for my graduation party, although I guess those plans are useless now and the money I saved for months for the dress will have to be used on something else. And I'll have to accept that those two years of ass-licking to get everyone to elect me captain of my dance crew w
{ Judas } Another day, another bullshit mafia party I have to attend to. I maybe wouldn't hate them as much if it weren't for the fact that I have to attend these parties accompanied by my whole family; my parents and six of my brothers, which makes any party instantly lame and boring. Ansel appears in front of me as I'm trying to do something about my appearance so I don't look like the most homeless brother of the bunch and he throws an empty gun to the floor next to me, probably breaking the floor of my room and, after yelling something that I don't even understand, he shoves me and rips the right sleeve of my jacket in a single yank. My extremely expensive and delicate jacket, which my mother begged me to take care of. Before I know it, I growl in an animalistic way full of rage and throw myself at him, knocking him to the floor with a loud, hollow sound and throwing my fists at his stomach and arms, but my twin is just as strong as I am so he stops me
{ Alessia } My father comes into our apartment shouting and being his irate and frenzied alter-ego, so I immediately stand up and try to go hide in my room while he shouts a thousand and a half things in Italian into his phone. I kinda understand the most basic meaning of whatever he's saying but I can't even make sense of it because he comes straight for me and orders me to pack my things. I don't hesitate or waste time asking questions right now because I know they'll be ignored and I'll just make him angrier, so I shove my most important belongings and clothes into a suitcase and then my dad grabs my arm. He pulls me out of the apartment not even bothering to lock the door and then upstairs until we reach the rooftop of our building. And then he keeps on pulling me towards a a sleek black helicopter parked there. "Whose is that?" I ask, extremely confused. "Ours." He answers, confusing me even further. A fucking helicopter? Ours? Since when? I mean, sure, that sounds amazin
{ Alessia } My father comes into our apartment shouting and being his irate and frenzied alter-ego, so I immediately stand up and try to go hide in my room while he shouts a thousand and a half things in Italian into his phone. I kinda understand the most basic meaning of whatever he's saying but I can't even make sense of it because he comes straight for me and orders me to pack my things. I don't hesitate or waste time asking questions right now because I know they'll be ignored and I'll just make him angrier, so I shove my most important belongings and clothes into a suitcase and then my dad grabs my arm. He pulls me out of the apartment not even bothering to lock the door and then upstairs until we reach the rooftop of our building. And then he keeps on pulling me towards a a sleek black helicopter parked there. "Whose is that?" I ask, extremely confused. "Ours." He answers, confusing me even further. A fucking helicopter? Ours? Since when? I mean, sure, that sounds amazin...
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