Waking up in the Arms of the Mafia King

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, yells at me from the other side of the door. A deep sigh leaves my mouth as I stare

rk at the same store, it is always a struggle to decide who can do their business in the bathroom

around 5 months. When my boyfriend, Rodney, moved back to London after spending a yea

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 oblig

om, making the noise intolerable. I quickly unlock

er physical characteristics. She has long, flowing blonde hair and big greenish eyes that she frequently makes men drown in. Her face is angel

ver 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

e." She rolls her eyes while she

yself presentable than you." Emily can roll out of bed 15 minutes before it is time

about yourself. You are breathtaking."

ic. We do not have time to start one of Emily's lect

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 ha

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 It's a bit outdated, but it's not like we use it that often.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

stuck with the smallest room of the apartment, but since Emily was already co

wardrobe with a body-size mirror. Beyond that, it's quite sparse. The entire apartment was furnished when we moved in. So,

at sells upscale men's fashion. Selling clothes to privileged, vain men, who seem to own enough to clothe an entir

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 intr

ction in the mirror. "Not bad, Cole," I murmur to myself, a slight chuckle escaping my lips. If my mother could see me now, s

hard to believe that next Wednesday will mark 1.5 years since her passing.

's way of coping. All I remember is being in class when my phone rang. My sister was on the other end, crying

t two days earlier. Even though I thought he was incredibly good-looking, I stood him up. Knowing a bit

e became my go-to person for support, and he held me for days as I mourned. In time, what began

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

h 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, Em

her typical remarks. "Of course, babe,"

atching my drift. "I don't like

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 unfortunate

sling it off my shoulder