Nobody’s POVShe was born a beautiful baby girl.She grew up beautiful, kind, loving, stubborn and hot headed, a strange mixture and everyone’s sunshine.Her bright blue eyes shone bright. Her long dark brunette hair waved in the wind beautifully. Her smile could melt anyone’s heart. She was the definition of angel.Her name was Amelie Russo , the Italian Mafia’s sweet princess.He was born a handsome baby boy.He grew up devilishly handsome, rude, hateful, stubborn and hot headed, everyone’s boss.His dark brown eyes were cold and scary. His slick dark brunette hair stayed how it should. His smirk could send shivers down anyone’s spine, unless he was seducing you. He was the definition of devil.His name was Mathew Dalton, the Russian Mafia’s next big ruthless boss.She was ten, when the Italian mafia met with the Russian’s.He was thirteen when his father invited the Italian mafia to their home for dinner.She was ten when she met Mathew, a rude, cute, smelly big boy.He was thirteen whe
A week and a few days later:Julian was healing well, he wasn’t flinching every time his shoulder moved now and he could apply a little pressure on it. Which was a step forward because his previous condition hadn’t been as good.After failing at convincing him to stop working and rest well so he could continue later with renewed vigor, I snuck his laptop out and handed it to Edward. Who did exactly what I had expected of him and had locked it up with his study.Now Julian was forced to relax and sleep, healing properly with a bit of scolding from Donna. It was funny to see tiny Donna size up these two bulky men. And especially funny when she pulled their ears for being too stubborn.Easy to say, Julian hadn’t touched a single paper since. I had never really imagined that I would have Julian use me as a shield against his mother and that too while running away from motherly affection. True that he was old enough to not have his cheeks kissed as greeting but Donna had resisted the stupid
“Amelie get up!“ My mother exclaimed, shaking me. “Ugh what woman?!“ I replied, shoving my face into my pillow.“Amelie! Your makeup is smeared and you look like a hot mess! Go shower then get dressed we have to go shopping!“She exclaimed pulling my pillow and blanket off of me.I groaned then rolled out of bed. I slowly made my way to the bathroom and started the shower.After some time inside a big wedding dress shop,“This one? “ I asked, slowly spinning. My mother and Mrs. Dalton both made that face I had seen three times already. “No.“ They both said robotically, but I was already walking back to the changing room. These old women would never be happy. After the next dress I was calling it quits.The lady gave me the last dress then shut the door. I slid out of the dress I was wearing and unpackaged the other. I pulled it up and the girl did the buttons on the back.I glanced in the mirror and my breath was taken away. The dress was gorgeous. I spun around and stared in awe.It was a
It was the day. This dreadful, horrible, retching day.I sat in my bed panicking when my mother came in.``Get up and shower!’’She exclaimed. I sighed then got out of bed. I left for the shower and washed.Once I got out they dried my hair then these dressed up ladies came in. One of them had all this nail polish, the other hair stuff and the other makeup.They started with my nails which was done normally but they made them look super white and shiny.They then fed me breakfast, like literally fed it to me. All I did was sit still, chew and swallow.They got me to brush my teeth, put white strips on and take a mint. That’s why they made me eat a huge breakfast, because I wasn’t eating again.They straightened my hair then brought some back on my head like Tauriel in The Hobbit, without all the braids and shit.They waxed my legs, eyebrows and top lip.The girl then did my makeup, a natural look, but I still looked stunning.They took the white stripes out and did a double check. They then had m
I woke up staring at a bare chest. It was so muscular and hot I felt my cheeks going red. The skin was so warm and comforting.Two huge muscular arms were wrapped around my waist and I realised what was going on.I was against Mathew . I pushed back a bit and looked up at his face. He was still sleeping. He looked less scary and serious when he was sleeping. I glanced back and my laptop was gone.He must’ve put it away. When I looked back he was staring at me and I nearly screamed.“Um hi.“Really that’s all you have to say to your husband? Really Amelie? Really?He arched an eyebrow and I looked away biting on my bottom lip.``Hello, Amele.“He replied then got out of bed.``I have meetings and business to do, but don’t worry, I’ll be back.“He called through the curtains and I could tell he was heading for the closet.I sighed and shoved my face under my pillow. I sighed again and he lifted up the curtains then tied them to the bed posts.I sat up as the sun shone in my face and glared at him.
Next DayI walked down the hallway and right past the bedroom. I left down to the basement when I heard screaming.I followed the sound towards what I knew had to be the ’dungeon’. I knew how the mafia worked.If you were caught you were tortured and killed by the rivalry mafia.Whoever was screaming was probably a Swedish. But the screaming sounded horrible.I opened the door and walked out. It literally looked like a dungeon. It was damp and cold. There was barely any light and smelled of piss and death.I glanced around when I heard him.``Tell me what your boss is planning!“ He roared.``Never!’’The voice shot back.``I’ve had enough of you!’’Mathew practically roared and I walked over. I watched Mathew keep questioning and failing.The captive was covered in blood, cuts and bruises. His hands were behind the chair and he caught my eye. He glanced at me then away.``I’m giving you one last chance!“ He yelled.``Never.“ The man replied and Mathew smacked him.Matthew whipped out a gun and the
I walked down the hallway towards our bedroom because I forgot my freaking book.I figured it out this morning what I had forgot, when I realized I was bored with just watching movies.I had been sleeping in a separate room for four nights now. I didn’t know when I planned on sleeping with Mathew again.I eat dinner and lunch with him and his men, but lunch is the earliest I get up.I opened his bedroom door and walked in. I strode down to the coffee table beside the fireplace then stopped dead in my tracks.There was a beach blonde head bobbing over Mathew’s lap. His head was tilted backwards grunting and cursing.I stood there frozen, not knowing what to do. Until I decided to make myself known.I cleared my throat and she stopped and his head jerked upwards. He turned around and looked at me.He arched an eyebrow at me, like this was some normal thing!“Tarini, could you leave please?“I asked placing my hands on my hips. She stood up and scurried out of the room quickly.Mathew kept his bac
“Where is she Colton?“Mathew asked and I held back my laughter from the dresser.“I have no idea. Jeez, keep track of your wife.“Colton replied.“Colton I know that you know where she is, so tell me. We’ve been at this for an hour and it’s fucking annoying!“Mathew complained. I softly chuckled and everyone went silent.Colton and Adrien had this bright idea to hide me on Mathew, and I agreed.But it has become a bit uncomfortable and it’s been a long time because he’s been busy questioning both Adrien and Colton on my whereabouts.“Well I gotta go.“Colton said and the door shut. I could hear Mathew looking for me and I stretched a little.Curled up in the dresser on a pile of clothes, wasn’t as comfy as it sounded.He stopped in front of the dresser and sighed. He opened the doors and I giggled and rolled out.I tried to run away but he lifted me off the ground by my waist.I kicked my legs and he turned me around to face him. His expression read annoyed and I laughed.“Why are you so angry? D