Mafia's Little Dove

tared a

him was the same clumsy, wi

hen he dismissed her. The one who had pract

ed he was

rp gaze flickered to the fallen picture frame, the

est ti

always. He had placed it that wa

led as she scrambled

antic. "I swear I'll fix it. I'll-" A sharp gasp cut

plattering onto the surface of th

ed unbo

onto the floor. Then, Lucinda walked in. "What the-" She halted

you." Her brow

prepped for the competition." Sienna tried to steady h

med like whatever she said, he just didn't care. More like, none of w

nna rushed out. "I just-I'm so sorry, sir. I-"

ved from stone. His gaze burned through her like a brand. H

" [How the hell did this pig get into my ho

tu comida hoy." [Rocco, be nice. She's one of the contestants cooki

eating anything from this idiot.] His dark eyes

tética." [Look at her. She looks like a p

cco

ienna with an a

ady for the competition, alright? We'll meet you in the dinin

y before retreating. But before she was fully out o

Sienna stiffened. The words lande

pers about her body. She had learned

only boy who had never once made her feel ashamed of

n't loo

n high, her chest tight with a p

co. "¿Por qué eres tan cruel?" [Why are you so cr

ste." [She doesn't belong here.

biera hecho algo." [You didn't have to humilia

glare

or menos que eso?" [She entered my study and touched my things. Do you know

[We're not in your damn mafia right now, Rocco. She's a cook, not a threat.] His hands

uieres admitir." [Rocco, stop acting like this isn't bothering you

ow what you're talking about.] Lucinda

he door. "Consigue a alguien que se encargue de esa maldita foto." [G

marble staircase, his footsteps

rugged off his shirt, tossing it aside b

d wa

te into his skin. Why the hell was she everywhere? That stupid woman was

atter how good her food was, he refused to see her every

uch as he wanted to pretend she was nothing... She re

se that girl, his best friend, was a ghost. And he st