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Book 3 in the Del Rosso series
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"You."
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Reyna Del Rosso, the heir to the Spanish Mafia. A woman who was fed with a spoon made of gold. She got everyth...
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The next day, I got myself out of bed and woke up to a message from Leonid's number. Surprisingly.
Leonid: Be ready for half eight. Me: Why? Leonid: Picking you up. Me: Like hell you are Read at 7:45 am.
That son of a bitch. Knowing how stubborn he is, I can't change his damn mind.
With a sigh, I make my way towards the bathroom and shower before getting myself ready. Our flight to Switzerland is at nine so I have a bit of time to kill. I was thinking that when I get back I'll head to Boston to see my brother. It's been about three weeks since I've last seen him. I would've visited sooner but I wanted him to settle down with his little girl first.
Anyways, I finish up my makeup and head downstairs to see Farha making our iced coffee for the day.
"Safe travels, girl." She says with a sweet smile as she hands me my coffee.
"Thank you." I reply with a smile as I take my coffee from her. "What are your plans for the day?"
"I'm gonna do a bit of packing." She replies.
"Well, you enjoy yourself."
"And you." She says, nudging my shoulder.
"I won't." I say with a little groan.
"Just think of the bright side," She ponders for a good second but then sighs. "Who am I kidding? There is no bright side. You're stuck with Leonid for fuck knows how long."
I laugh a little at the grimace she has on her face when she says his name. "It'll be fine." I mutter, taking a sip out of my coffee.
"Won't be fine when your parents find out." She says pointedly with a raised brow.
I grimace at the thought. "Let's hope they don't."
In response, she shakes her head. For the next couple of minutes, I scroll through my phone and finish up my coffee before I have to leave.
Just as I finish my coffee, my phone pings with a message from a familiar number.
🤮: I'm outside. Me: Why are you outside? 🤮: Why do you think? Me: Go home 🤮: Come outside, woman. Me: Say please 🤮: Now.
Rolling my eyes, I grab my stuff and call Farha's name from the bottom of the stairs. "I'm leaving."
She comes down the stairs and engulfs me in a big hug. "I can take you to the airport if you want."
