Mafia Boss's Princess (ON HOLD.)

Chapter 3

    Marco opened the over exaggerated double oak doors, holding it open for the three of us, as Angelo trailed behind us, shutting it slowly. Not even a minute late, my father traveled down the left spiral stair case, as he held a scowl upon his old face. His piercing smokey eyes, landed upon me, as he glared at me. I threw my hand up, waving at Delaney to go upstairs. She took the hint, as she walked past my fuming father, and up the stair case. I heard the door shut quickly. I let out a hush sigh, as my father reached me and Titus. Titus held a satisfied smirk upon his annoyingly hot face.

"Perché hai dato a quell'uomo il tuo numero? Deficiente!" My father shouted in Italian, his words flying swiftly from his mouth. He threw his arms up in exaggeration, as he scowled at me. Titus's smirk wiped from his face, as it turned to confusion, as he couldn't comprehend the swift Italian, my deer father spoke.

(Translation: Why did you give that man your number? You moron! )

"Chi te lo ha detto? Anche io sono una donna adulta, posso fare come mi pare." I shouted back, as I sent a glare at my father, as he held his. Titus stood awkwardly, as I could almost see the wheels turning in his head, bringing me a bit of amusement from this unneeded situation.

(Translation: Who told you this? Also I'm a grown woman, I can do as I please. )

    He snatched my peeking phone from my purse, as he tapped swiftly upon the glass screen, unlocking my phone. He handed it back to me, less than a minute later. I knew there was no use in attempting to stop him, as I knew he was right. I scrolled upon my phone, as I realized he deleted Liam's number, making me sigh. Then it came to realization, Titus told father that I gave another man my number. I smacked my hand swiftly against Titus's muscular arm, making it tense, as a loud smack echoed. I let out a snicker, as he rubbed his hand against his arm, as his brows furrowed.

    I pushed my way from my father, stomping my way up the stairs. I heard my father and Titus starting to speak, assuming they were talking about the events of the night. I pushed my door open, flopping upon my soft bed. Delaney strolled out of the bathroom, her little amount of makeup wiped off, her light brown hair threw up into a messy bun. She was dressed in red silk pajama pants, and a matching button up long sleeve top. She sat on the side of the bed, as she let out a sigh, already knowing what happened.

"We're going to the warehouse." I explained with a small grin, as she nodded her head. I picked up my phone, as she strolled into my closet, shutting it slowly. I scrolled threw my contacts, coming upon Marco's, I called him, on the second ring, he picked up.

"Ciao signorina?" He asked, as he spoke swift Italian. I put it on speaker, setting it next to my head, as I flipped upon my back.

(Translation: Hello, miss? )

"Ho bisogno che tu mi porti al magazzino." I explained, causing him to let out a short 'ooh'. I hung up the phone, as I turned it off. Even though Marco and Angelo live here, I still call them if I need anything, as I don't wish to walk.

(Translation: I need you to drive me to the warehouse. )

    I rolled out of my comfortable bed, as I knocked against the Ivory white solid wood door, stepping back. Delaney strolled out, wearing black leggings, a dark gray hoodie, and a matching dark gray beanie, with black and dark gray converse. Her hair was down, reaching the mid of her back. I gave her matching thumbs up, as I strolled into my closet, decorated with a dangling crystal chandelier, and a long light gray ottoman. Several sections of hanging spaces, themed for certain colors and uses. The other side contained accessories like, shoes, purses and jewelry.

    After about five minutes I slipped on a mostly black outfit containing a oversized black Gucci hoodie, black American eagle ripped jeans and a black pair of Doc Martens. I sat upon my ottoman, starring at my large body sized mirror. It took me about 5 minutes to braid my ash blonde hair into two French braids, as they reached just below my shoulders.

    We made our way down the stairs, exiting the unusually quiet house. We strolled toward the black SUV, climbing in. Marco pulled off, Angelo in the passenger seat. He exited the large black metal gates, as he steered the car down the busy roads, toward the hidden warehouse.