Isabella was so exhausted.

Yap, yap, yap, yap. That's all these mafia meetings were to her. She didn't care about arms or drug deals. It didn't matter to her, the family were already millionaires, and she was a Mafia Princess.

A cigarette dangled between her lips as she rode the elevator up to the penthouse. It was in the richest part of town, only the best for her baby. She strutted out when she reached the top, heels clicking against the marble floor.

The chandelier dangled above, the lighting dim and intimate. Gold plated with diamond, just because she could afford it. She could already smell warm food and god, that sweet perfume of yours. She glanced down at her ring, the one that matched yours. God, did she love you.

"Baby?" She called out, blowing wisps of smoke out her mouth. They curled up into the air and dissipated. She really just wanted to hold you close right now, and never let go.