Chapter 4

                                    

                                          
ANNA POV
Me and Vanessa stood there for a few more minutes until we got interrupted by Sebastian coming and telling me there is a call for me.
„Hello?"
„Ciao principessa! How are you? We didn't talk in a while now, did we?", my older brother Alexander said.
I smile in my phone. Hearing his voice after a long time is really great. "I'm good. What about you? How's family doing?"
Me and my brother have a really good relation but don't get to talk much because I have a lot of business to do and he's busy with whatever.
You are probably wondering why he isn't the leader of the mafia. My brother stepped down because my father gave him the chance to go. He still helps me with business and even leads a few clubs and stuff in other parts of the city. He has a lovely wife who is from Brazil. Her name is Fernanda. She is so nice. 6 years ago they got a daughter named Sky. She is the cutest kid ever.
"Yeah everyone's great. What you doing? I hear music in the background. Wait, isn't it the mafia ball?"
"Yup, completely right." I say, popping the p. "That's why I should probably end the call. But I will call you back soon."
"Oh, yeah right, sorry. It was great hearing your voice tho. Have fun. Ciao! Te amo!"
"Te amo, ciao!"
 [love you, bye!]
I end the call and sigh, leaning against the balcony rail once again, continuing to watch over the city.
New York is actually pretty but I don't like that it is always so busy. I often times come here for business. It's a very common and popular place for buyers and generally allies to meet.
I think imma stay here a little longer and watch the view before going back in.
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I don't know for how long I am here now. It felt like forever but I think it was like ten minutes.
Suddenly I hear an annoyed huff from behind me. I turn around to see the one and only Ace de Luca.
I roll my eyes and turn back around.
"Why so moody, princess?" I asked, sarcastic clear in my tone.
There is no reason he is pissed. It's just his type of persona. He is always pissed.
"Shut up.", he responded and leaned against the railing, leaving a bit space between us.
Pft. Rude.
"No need to get so feisty now.", I huff.
He just glares at me and after a while looked back to the view I front of us.
There was an awkward tension between the both of us.
The need to strangle him and fill this silence with his sound of choking seems so appealing to me at the moment...
Why don't I just go? God, stupid me.
He open his mouth, probably wanting to comment on my remark but gets interrupted but gunshots and screams following after that.
We both share a frowned look before our gazes direct to the ballroom. The doors don't leave much to see aside from a woman running and tripping before getting shot, falling face first to the floor.
Oh, that poor thing...

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Short chapter sorry!
There will be more of Ace and Anna soon, don't worry and have patience please. It'll get better;)
I wanna know who is reading my books soooo... 
Let's get to know each other, sh'all we?
What's your favorite color?
I have many but... black, red;) yk yk