I truly dislike European mafias. I don't like what they stand for or their attitude. Raphael Milieu is one arrogant motherfucker. He's patronizing by all means. He's also one of my father's largest business partner.

This meeting was going to be slightly different than all the rest. All of the leaders would meet tomorrow morning.

Concursu Mundi

In its home language; Collision of Worlds is what it translates to. It happens every five years and I dread it each time. The last one was just three years ago. Milieu called me early this morning saying that a problem has emerged in France and Italy, therefore he's decided to call for an earlier meeting.

I don't like France; I hate the smell of the air there. It smells of poverty and corruption, but then again all of Europe does. I guess when you've seen all of the bad parts of a country. The good just looks forged.

Like they're trying to hide something and I've seen what it is

I'm not heartless, I've seen the sunset behind the Effiel tower. I've seen the small bakeries each street corner with small details that make each extraordinarily beautiful. I've heard the array of laughs over a latte, speaking only of how wonderful people's lunch break is. I know the beauty of the country, but I also know the bad.

"We shall land in 15 minutes."

The intercom interrupts into the room.

The girls were asleep. Rose rested peacefully on my chest. A smile grazes my face at her shifting under me. Her messy hair framed her face perfectly. She'd decided on wearing a light white dress and sandals despite me saying the towel was fine.

I chuckle to myself at the memory of our banter in the morning. Elijah clears his throat to grab my attention. I shoot him a glare before talking.

"Get your shit together we're almost," I mumble, trying my best to put my computer in my bag without waking Rose.

"Sorry did I disturb the lovesick puppy," Elijah taunts, chuckling to himself.

I swear he thinks he's so funny

"I'll still kick your ass." I chuckle along with him.

"Are we close?" Angelina stirs as she removes her head from Elijah's shoulder. I can see the glaze of adornment cross his eyes.

He's had a thing for her ever since I recruited her a few years back. Although he hasn't spoken about it or acted out his feelings. Admiration is something not even the eyes can hide.

Elijah answers her, explaining that we'll be there very soon. Then their conversation becomes slightly lower. I don't mind, I'm not one to third wheel.

"Princesa," I nudge softly at the beauty on my chest.

(Princess)

She gives me a quick hum, "Yes?"

"Wake up, baby, we're almost there."

She sits all the way up but rests her head on my shoulder. I wrap my arm around her.

"How long did I sleep?" Yawning she puts her shoes back on.

"10 hours."

Rose is cut off by the pilot coming over the intercom again.

"Please stay in your seats as we are landing now."

"I've been craving coffee for a while now," Angelina smiles.

"Me too," Rose beams, "I heard the best coffee is on the street corners of Paris,"

"False," Elijah objected, "I can think of 10 cities that come before Paris starting with Rome."

Rose looks blankly at Elijah as I stifle a laugh.

"I bet you kick puppies for fun," She quipped.

"Only on Fridays."

***

"This hotel is so nice." Rose gazes at the marble lobby, painted cherubs embrace the dome ceiling.

This hotel is of high security. Every leader stays at their own appointed hotel every time they come. They keep us separated because of family feuds.

As I said, we all really don't like each other

You can only imagine how each meeting goes. We have a mock meeting today during dinner. We'll sit down with Raphael Milieu and Santo Romano and talk about the problem they're having.

I actually have no problem with the Italian mafia. I find Romano is a man if intelligence and experience. Although he is still an asshole, he's a tolerable asshole. I feel we have the same views on a lot of problems.

"Merci."

(French: Thank you)

I thank the woman at the front desk and grab the keys for the room. We have two rooms, as requested by Elijah.

Cue the side-eye

"You speak French?"

I look down at Rose, dress blowing in the wind from the large open windows. Pretty brown eyes staring up at me in curiosity. The sun seemed to kiss her skin as she tilted her head to the side. Even the universe knows she something worth admiring.

"We learned multiple languages at camp for the purpose of international communication," I answer honestly.

She's so stunningly beautiful all the time

"Angel handed me this book of French phrases so it will help me learn," Her delicate hands trace the cover of the leather dictionary. "It has some cute quotes as well,"

"Maybe you can read them to me," I lean to kiss her as we enter the elevator.

"Hey," Elijah gets me attention. "Angel and I are going to grab something to eat before tonight, okay?"

I nod, waving them off.

"They're so cute together," Rose comments once the doors close, "He likes her huh?"

"Always has," I sigh, admiring the way her body fits into the side of mine.

"We have a dinner meeting to attend. You have a few hours to get dressed," I pause, "Or we could do other things,"

She laughs, "What are you trying to do?"

***

"Princesa, we have to go," I check my watch again.

"Cole this dress is so nice!"

I can hear the giddiness in her voice from behind the door.

"I'm glad you like it, but we have to go, Bomboncita,"

(Spanish: Little candy)

"Okay, okay, I'm coming."

That's what she said

I swear I'm so fucking lucky

"Maravillosa," I had the dress made for her and I knew she would look amazing in it, as she does in everything. Nevertheless, I'm never prepared for her.

(Spanish: Gorgeous)

I take her hand, spinning her around.

"Beautiful from every angle, Princesa,"

(Spanish: Princess)

She reaches up and meets my lips with hers. I'll have to remember to wipe off her lipgloss later, but right now I don't care. I lean in to deepen the kiss.

She pulls away, "Come on, don't want to be late,"

"Shit, we don't even have to go anymore," I lick my lips, giving another once over on her dress.

She looks damn good

"Damn, girl," --I can hear Angelina's voice as I follow Rose out of the door-- "I'm glad the golden goddess could join us today,"

"Are you kidding, you make me not even want to stand next to you," Rose laughs kindly gesturing to Angelina's dark green satin gown.

My baby has no idea how insanely gorgeous she is.

"I love the lipgloss, you'll have to tell me where you got it," Elijah mocks a female voice, I sneer at him before wipe my lips with a handkerchief.

"You look nice, Rose," Elijah softens as he hugs his sister.

"Sorry to break up this family reunion, but I'd prefer not to keep the trigger happy gang leaders waiting in a foreign country," I guide Rose to the elevator by the small of her back, deciding to ignore the quick kiss on Angelina's forehead left by Elijah, before entering after us.

I just glance at Rose, her eyes already on me.

We both saw it.

"Ready?" Rose clears her voice, asking everyone in the elevator.

"Whenever you are, my love."

***

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