Third-person POV:
"The Cancers," a mafia that started years ago with two families running it alongside, While one was away, Killian Knight, heir of the Knights, looked after it.
Just the name made people shiver in fear. A 28-year-old who flourished in the mafia but also built an empire for himself and his future queen.
A car screeched and stopped outside the Knight mansion. black, sleek shoes came into view. He walked into the mansion, into the kitchen, and looked at his parents chatting and having lunch. His heart is content.
Clearing his throat, he moved towards them, settling beside the head chair. His mother gave his cheek a gentle pat, gazing lovingly at him. Surprisingly, his dad smiled too.
"Oggi ceniamo con gli Arben, non andare nel tuo attico." (We have a dinner with the Arbens today; don't go to your penthouse.)
His mother mumbled while glaring at him, making the father-son duo laugh heartily—who knew the cold man could laugh, let alone smile?
"You remember the Arbens, right? They have shifted here permanently and have invited us for a dinner." Giving him a nod, he said, "Verrò dall'attico, ho un po' di lavoro da completare, tornerò presto", (I'll come from the penthouse; I have a bit of work to complete; I'll be back soon), and with that he left the house.
The black Mercedes moved towards the forest, towards an old warehouse. He walked into the warehouse, meeting a series of acknowledgements. Walking into the underground cellar, he sat on the seat.
Before him was a man tied to the wall and brutally beaten, with blood trickling down his chin.
"Tell me, Rodriguez, what you thought of sending your daughter to seduce me and mixing some merda nel mio drink, mi avrai nelle tue mani? fottutamente patetica vita bassa. (shit in my drink, you will have me in your hands? (fucking pathetic low life)
Taking out his gun, he shot himself right in the head, earning a scream from a girl beside him. Looking at her father's dead body, her eyes widened, fear swirling in them, and she tried to squeeze back into the wall, wanting it to swallow her. What she didn't know was that she had invited her own death.
" I.. am so.so.s.. sorry, Killian. I..I.. won't do som..something like that again," she said in trembling. Killian kept a blank face, showing no mercy.
"Certo che non farai." A loud bang echoed through the cellar. (Of course, you won't.)
Reaching his penthouse, Killian showered and changed into black formal trousers and a black shirt. He moved toward his parents' house.
"Pensavo ti fossi dimenticato" (II thought you forgot)," he was met with a scowl on his mother's face. "I apologize, your highness." Bowing down a bit, he looked up to see his father stifling a laugh, which was unfortunately seen by his wife, who smacked him on his arm.
Muttering "questi ragazzi," she left to sit in the car. (These boys)
Reaching the Arbens, they rang the doorbell and were greeted by Kevin. Greetings were voiced through the hallway, and they moved inside. Coming into the living room, they were met with a girl sitting with crossed legs, eating ice cream, and watching SpongeBob.
Killian's heart fluttered. She looked so pure. "Fanculo," (fuck), he muttered. Kevin cleared his throat to get her attention, and there she stood, looking all angelic. catching the eyes of the tall guy, unaware of it.
Keeping the bowl on the table, she moved her big, doe-like grey eyes first to her brother and then towards her parents and the three new people. Passing a sheepish smile towards the audience, she sauntered toward Kevin and hid behind him.
Ellie's pov:
Those eyes are so beautiful. I look at others who are smirking, and I just want the floor to open up and swallow me.
It's rude to stare at people, Ellie. Bad!
Oh, muffins!
"Aww...lei è così adorable" (Aww... she's so adorable), the woman said, clasping her hands together as the man next to her smiled.
Everyone around me laughed, making my cheeks go warm. "Baby, meet my friends and our neighbors, Mr. and Mrs. Knight and their son Killian; they also have a daughter who is not here at the moment."
I went to shake my hand, but Mrs. Knight pulled me into a bone-crushing hug, kissed my cheek, and asked me to call her Cami. And the man, Uncle Giovanni, patted my head.
We move towards the dining room, and I glance at the man next to Kevin; he is so pretty, and he's got soft hair too.
We ate the dinner in silence, with me almost gobbling—it was way too delicious—and moved towards the garden to sit.
The mummies were talking among them; Boba went to take a phone call; and the papas were also talking among them. I and Killy were sitting on the bar stools near the minibar when I spoke. His name is too difficult.
"You are so pretty!" I kept looking at the man in awe!
"Thank you." I gave him a large smile while he gave me a small, very tiny smile back, and then went back to his no-smiley face. Rudie!
I got off the stool and went to the sofas, switching the lights off and turning on the fairy lights. I turned the TV on and started watching Cinderella.
I want a mouse that talks, too.
Soon I felt the sofa dip beside me and saw the pretty man from earlier looking at me.
"Hi," I waved slightly, smiling a big smile at him. to which he nodded. Rudie. "Hi, angel," the pretty person said. His voice is so deep. making my cheeks go warmly warm, to which he chuckled. This man can chuckle! making me look at him with wide eyes, I probably looked like a monkey.
Hehe.
"How old are you, angel?" The pretty man asked. "19," I mumbled, peeking at him. "What's your name?" I asked the gray-eyed angel beside me. "Killian, sweetheart." His voice was gruff but warm. Oh! His name is Sweetheart, too.
"Killian, sweetheart, that's a nice nice name", I tried to spell, to which he laughed.
Pretty laugh. Awieee.
"Sweetheart, my name is Killian," he said with a smile.
Ooooh.
"But, I'll call you Killian, sweetheart, it's awies", I said with a bright smile, hoping he would return, which he did.
Victory dance. Yayayaya.
Soon Boba returned, having a weird smile on his face. Creepy. "Am I dreaming?" Killiannnn!!! "Smiling!!!" Boba spoke, his eyes as wide as a spaceship.
Noooh. I change my mind; he looks like a monkey.
"Stai zitto," (shut up) Killian sweetheart mumbled, putting a hand on his face.
I swear on cakes, I saw him smiling.