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