Waking up in the Arms of the Mafia King

Name: Waking up in the Arms of the Mafia King
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Sarah Lee

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In the heart of Palermo, where ancient secrets lie hidden beneath cobblestone streets and the vibrant sun never stops it amusement, two worlds collide that never should have met. Aurora Cole, a shy, timid girl from London, finds her life turned upside down when she encounters the mysterious and devilishly handsome Lucas Rodriguez. A man whose charming smile masks his true identity. Warning ⚠️: Will contain graphic sexuality/sexual references, strong language, and violence.

R18+ Crime Modern Love at first sight Mafia Badboy Arrogant/Dominant Mafia

Chapter 5 5

The day before yesterday 21:40

Chapter 1 1

25th of april, 2025

Friday

Dear diary,

Let me tell you about my day.

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"Rory, can you hurry up? What the hell is taking you so long?". My best friend, Emily, yells at me from the other side of the door. A deep sigh leaves my mouth as I stare at myself in the mirror of the bathroom at our shared apartment in Islington, London.

It is currently 07:55 on a Thursday morning. That means it is time for work. Since Emily and I work at the same store, it is always a struggle to decide who can do their business in the bathroom first. Most days, it's me, since I am an early riser, much to the displeasure of my best friend.

I look around the rather small but functional bathroom. Emily and I have been here for around 5 months. When my boyfriend, Rodney, moved back to London after spending a year studying in Amsterdam, where I am originally from, I decided it was time for a change.

So, when the opportunity arose, I rallied my best friend to join me while I followed my boyfriend to his hometown. Rodney is finishing up his last year at the University of Bedfordshire. We do not see each other as often as we used to while both living in Amsterdam, but that is because he has a lot of obligations for his studies. Which makes sense, since it is his last year, after all. Luckily for me, there is never a dull moment when my best friend is around.

Multiple hard knocks echo through the small bathroom, making the noise intolerable. I quickly unlock the door before this lunatic knocks down the door.

My eyes meet the impatient ones of my best friend, Emily Snow. What is the best way to describe this unique creature? Well, let's start with her physical characteristics. She has long, flowing blonde hair and big greenish eyes that she frequently makes men drown in. Her face is angelic and slightly chubby, but still toned at the same time. Her lips are pouty, her nose is regal, her chin is perfect, and her skin is flawless.

It has always amazed me how we ended up being best friends. She is the bubbly one. The life of the party. She doesn't have one insecure bone in her body, and she never lets an opportunity slip by to go on an adventure. And then there is me, a girl who is often a little too awkward for her good. A real homebody who loves to get lost in a good book. But I am also very loyal, determined, and easily convinced... especially when it comes to Emily. She brings out 'my fun' side, as she puts it.

"You always take forever in there." She rolls her eyes while she has her hip tilted to one side.

I shake my head slightly as I brush past her. "It takes a little more time to make myself presentable than you." Emily can roll out of bed 15 minutes before it is time to leave and still look better than I ever will. She has this natural grace about her.

"For the 500th time, stop talking shit about yourself. You are breathtaking." The annoyance is noticeable in her voice.

"Yeah, yeah," I mumbled softly to brush off this topic. We do not have time to start one of Emily's lectures. "Go get ready. We have to leave in 15 minutes."

The lock on the bathroom is heard as I walk into my modest bedroom. Since the rental prices in London are absolutely ridiculous, we have settled in a simple 2-bedroom apartment. It was all we could afford. Well, it is all I can afford. Emily is a trust fund baby, as they call it. So, if it were up to her, we would have never chosen this apartment, but since I wanted to equally contribute to the monthly costs, such as rent and other utilities, this was the best we could do.

And in all honesty, the apartment is not so bad at all. When you walk into the apartment, you are immediately in a cosy-sized living/dining room. There's a 3-seater, 2 small round-shaped coffee tables, and a little flat-screen. Behind the couch, there is a small dining table that can fit 4 people. Well, in theory, because most of the time Emily uses the table as her vanity table. On the left, there's a small kitchen. It's a bit outdated, but it's not like we use it that often. We usually go out for our meals. If you walk further down the apartment, there is a hallway with 4 doors. The two, on the left side, led you to the bathroom and Emily's room. On the right, there is a small closet where we store our larger-sized clothing items, such as coats, etc. Oh, and the closet holds an impressive collection of Emily's shoes. Mostly her heels. For a clumsy person like me, any shoe with a slightly elevated heel is my worst nightmare. I seriously do not understand how she can walk in those without breaking her ankles.

As I walk to the back of the apartment, I open the door to my bedroom. I got stuck with the smallest room of the apartment, but since Emily was already compromising on our living situation, I figured it was the least that I could do.

The bedroom accommodates a twin bed, a nightstand, a compact desk with several of my favourite books, and a reasonably sized wardrobe with a body-size mirror. Beyond that, it's quite sparse. The entire apartment was furnished when we moved in. So, aside from the two suitcases of my items, there's little here that connects me to the place. Still, for the moment, it's home.

I opened my wardrobe. Pondering what to wear. Thanks to a connection of Emily's dad, we landed a job at a store that sells upscale men's fashion. Selling clothes to privileged, vain men, who seem to own enough to clothe an entire continent, isn't exactly my cup of tea. But it pays the bills, and having Emily around makes it somewhat bearable.

Since the store caters to a specific clientele, there's an expectation to dress accordingly. For someone who usually prefers a simple tee and jeans, this was quite the adjustment to my daily wear. Fortunately, Emily helped me assemble a few outfits deemed appropriate by the owner of the store. Today, I chose a pair of crisp white pants paired with a white blouse. The tailored trousers give my modest figure somewhat of a silhouette. While working there, I have picked up that it's good to introduce another colour to 'break' an outfit when both the top and bottom of your outfit are in the same shade. So, I quickly grab the first belt I see, which I think is one of Emily's. I borrowed it a few weeks back, and she hasn't seemed to miss it.

After shedding my pyjama shorts and tank top, I quickly dressed myself. Once everything is neatly tucked in, I catch my reflection in the mirror. "Not bad, Cole," I murmur to myself, a slight chuckle escaping my lips. If my mother could see me now, she'd hardly recognise me. The girl she last saw before she passed and the girl now looking back in the mirror are worlds apart.

A vivid memory of my mom in her hospital bed flashes through my mind. It's hard to believe that next Wednesday will mark 1.5 years since her passing. It still feels like yesterday when my entire world was flipped on its head.

I recall the day, and yet it's as if I don't remember anything. Just one blur. My therapist says it's the mind's way of coping. All I remember is being in class when my phone rang. My sister was on the other end, crying hysterically, breaking the news that our mom had been hit by a drunk driver. And just like that, she was gone.

The last time we spoke, we were arguing about whether I should give Rodney a chance. He had asked me out two days earlier. Even though I thought he was incredibly good-looking, I stood him up. Knowing a bit about his privileged background, I couldn't see how he'd fit into my life or what he possibly saw in me.

Yet, after hearing about my mom, Rodney was the first to reach out, despite my rejecting him. He became my go-to person for support, and he held me for days as I mourned. In time, what began as a friendship blossomed into romance. And that's how I found myself here, 350 miles from home.

Perhaps I should start with an introduction of myself. My name is Aurora Viviana Cole, but everyone calls me Rory. I'm 22 years old and stand at 5'4. Thanks to my grandmother on my mom's side, I have a bit of Italian heritage, though I never met her. My mother was the result of an affair my grandmother had with a married man, and she was given up for adoption to my Dutch grandparents. That is where my mom met my dad. Although there is nothing Italian about me, I did inherit this deep brownish hair and my mother's striking emerald eyes. My sister, Leila, is quite the opposite of me. She got our dad's blonde hair and bright blue eyes. People often commented that she was the more beautiful of the two sisters growing up.

A whistle jolts me out of my thoughts. Standing at my bedroom door is Emily, sporting a slight smirk on her face. "You look pretty, girl." She comments. A blush heats my cheeks, but I quickly turn away so she doesn't notice. I know she would launch into her usual speech about my low self-esteem bullshit. Honestly, Emily talks so much that if I listened to everything she said, it would take up an entire workweek. "Months of my hard work are finally paying off." She declares.

I can't help but roll my eyes at one of her typical remarks. "Of course, babe," I replied, my tone dripping with sarcasm.

She narrows her eyes, clearly catching my drift. "I don't like that tone, Missy." She retorts.

I value our friendship. We can be 100% ourselves around each other. That is a good thing, or else our living arrangement would have been a disaster. Even though she drives me nuts most of the time and seems to bring trouble my way, I can't think of anyone else I'd rather share my daily life with. Well, except Rodney. I'd have liked to live with Rodney, but unfortunately, that is not possible. He's busy with his studies and lives on campus right now. I have come to terms with it, though; I need to spend more time with him. If only he weren't so busy...

I quickly grab my bag and sling it off my shoulder. "Come on, we'll be late."