TITO (ARROGANT YET DOTED ON)

BY

EDNA BRUCE (.a.k.a Yourpsychodreams)

(standalone)

Summary

Fiorella Evette mistook a wrong man for her childhood sweetheart right before her engagement party.

years after the accidental night, she bumped into that 'WRONG MAN'  again with two kids by her side... finding out that he's not just a wrong man but a wealthy Italian Mafia boss, she hated but yet dotes on him but he's arrogant to her but...

Prologue: The Job offer

SIX YEARS LATER

"What?" Laura Tosseli yelled in shock as she slowly drops her glass of wine. She looks deeply into Fiorella's eyes. Her Brown hair up in a ponytail and her clean navy blue guarded suit, she looks across the table to her best friend. "Twin baby? A boy and a girl? How the fuck did it happen?"

Laura Tosseli continue. "Is that true? So you just broke up with Dante like this? And live for six years. Just you and the two babies?" She looks disturbed.

Fiorella Evette looks sad at her lasagna noodles. "Yes, it's incredible to think of it." She smiles, "I've survived six years. Such a long time,"

Laura looks at her best friend in pity. "You will never know, it's like yesterday when me and my brother were growing up together..." She sniffs. "Who would know that you're now a mother? All still curves up, your slim wide hips,"

Fiorella giggles at Laura. "Common, Aura, I have no choice. I have two children to raise and all schedule up, I am doing three works right now." She sniffs once more. "English Home tutorial, At noodles restaurant and lastly, a mother!" She grins.

Laura flinched in shock. She smiles suddenly. "But those jobs don't make much money. It's not even enough to feed you and one kid,"

"Yeah, I know, it's really hard for the name. I am a High class graduate for the feed of Fashion and also I've got my degrees, but finding good work in Milan or Sicily needs connection to do that," Fiorella complains.

Laura smiles. "Me spending half of my years in Seoul is really not a pain in my beautiful ass. I am here girl, your girl is back so the Gods must have known that there is a princess in distress. So he sent me the acknowledgement Angel to save your motherly ass!"

Fiorella looks at her, confused.

Laura quickly slams a booklet to the table not minding people who stares. "Amica, look! Fifty thousand Euros a month. Secretary to the Boss!"

Fiorella eyes opened in shock. "Fif...fifty...tho... thousand Euros?" She clears her throat. "Really seems too good to be true,"

"Do you take me as a fake DR manager?" She furrows her brow at the still lifeless Fiorella. "Everybody knows that the pay is good at Missoni Clothing, I can't say about others. But I can definitely get you into that company for sure with the help of my brother,"

Fiorella picks up the booklet as she rolls her eyes at the requirements. "But look at the requirements: 5'4 in height, well proportioned, bachelor degree in business and fashion, Fair or Melanie skin, beautiful face and graceful behaviour," she raised her eyebrows questionably at Laura. "Isn't your rich friend looking for a woman?"

Laura laughs out loud. "I've been friends with him since we were kids.  never lacks women! The secretary is going to be picked by the Boss's fiance. So relax, he's not fully yet the King but a prince, he's there temporarily because his father, Massi Denaro is testing him."

Fiorella picks up the booklet again. "Okay girl, I need this money. My kids are going to school, I want to send them to the best school."

"It's your grace, Fiorella, your grace," Laura Tosseli smiles as she leans over to kiss her forehead. "I'll be going now before my husband Lucca will send for me, I'll create chance to see you and the kids, okay?"

Fiorella nods. "Okay! Grazie Laura,"

_

Fiorella slowly opens the door as she enters the house to see her mother doing the dishes and her kids. "Noello,  Noelle! mamma is back!"

"Mamma!" Noelle yells in happiness as she runs to embrace her mother. "Today, I helped Nonna and sold many clothes,"

Noello just looks coldly at his mother.

" Rella, what brings you back so early?" Her mother, Ginvera Evette questions.

"Good news, I found a new job with the help of a long gone friend! Starting from tomorrow!"

"What company?" Noello questions with a frown like he didn't care, with his five years old cold voice and character.

" Missoni clothing line!" Fiorella mouthed.

"Missoni clothing. That won the BMF (Best Milan Fashion) and also took over the IFNA(Italy fashion Nova Award) and best parachute regiment of the whole decades?" His hoarse voice snaps. "Do you know there main source?" He snaps at me again!

"What?" We all looked at him, confused.

He Looks resentful. "Gang leaders! Mafia king and prince!"

"Enough of your rubbish talk." Grandma snaps.

For goodness sake, he's just five year old. He's Melanie skinned, possessive voice and hot for his age.

"Boy, you're only five, how do you come to know so much about it clearly?" She looks embarrassed at her cold minded son.

Noello rolled his hazelnut eyes at his mother. "They are a rich and powerful firm. They are linked with Sicilian group and also Mexico and U.S company. They are monopolies domestically, why would they hire someone like you? Do you even know what you're about getting yourself into?" He spat.

"Are you showing contempt for Mamma?" Fiorella giggles at him, looking stupid about the mechine brain that her son have.

He didn't care to respond but he slowly walks to the couch to sit.

Noelle grumbles. "But Noello, didn't you said you want to have dinner? I'm hungry,"

"Call me Fratello! I am your elder brother, so say it, Fratello maggiore,"

Noelle rolls her eyes sarcastically at him. "You're only Nine minutes older than me!"

"Even still, I am still your Fratello maggiore!" He folds his arms to his chest looking firm at his sister.

Noelle grumbles at him. "Are you emphasizing that you're older than me?"

He frowns. "I am just saying that I'm older than you and I am your elder brother and I've the right to lecture you,"

"Un vecchio," she cuss as she sticks out her tongue at him.

Noello flinched, looking killed. "What? Did you just called me old man?"

Fiorella giggles as she holds the two of them. "Come on, don't fight, Mommy is taking you two to the park tomorrow!"

"Yeyyy... Park!" Noelle's jumps in joy.

"Whatever!" Noello walks back into his room.

"What a cold child!" Grandma mutters, watching him leave.

_

They arrived at the children park. Noelle grumbles. "Mamma, I want candy and chocolate chips," she tugs on the hem of Fiorella's dress.

She looks down at her five years old. "But baby, Mamma is lining up for tickets. How about you take her to it, Noello?" Fiorella looks from Noelle to Noello's cold eyes.

Noelle pleaded with her brother. "Big brother, I really want to have candy and chocolate chips,"

"Watch your weight!" He rolls his eyes at her.

"You're a savage..." Noelle cuss.

"I know,  I'm a savage, Classy, bougie, ratchet ,Sassy, moody, nasty, Acting stupid," he sings, nodding his head at the flaming in fury, Noelle.

"I hate you!" She whispered.

Suddenly, a car nearly runs them over. But luckily, the driver holds first on his brake. With a sleech, the car stops.

The driver opens the door. "Kids, why are you walking on the road by yourselves? This is too dangerous. How could a mother leaves her kids on the park path?"

Noelle trembles in fright. "Sorry uncle, we are sorry that we frightened you!" Noello holds his sister's shoulder to console her knowing quite well that she's a cry baby. She doesn't like to be yelled at.

"Tito," the modellike lady in the backseat mutters to his companion who was busy on his phone. "Look at that boy, he looks like you so much. And that girl, she looks like your mother,"

"Does he?" He questioned without taking his eyes off the screen.

"Tito, do you like children?" She interrupts him again with a shimmering smile. "We're getting married anyway, I can give you a child," she adds without letting him reply her first question.

The car slowly drives past them. "Watch the road!" Fiorella complains as she grabs her two kids.

"Sorry, Mamma!" Noello mutters.

"Stop the car." He stammers, turning around to the woman who just embraced the children.

The driver quickly stops. "Tito, what is wrong?" Gwendolyn Ramos asks, stunned at the look on Tito's face. He looks out the window.

That woman looks so familiar! Right, what is wrong with me?

He holds his head for relaxation. "Tito what is wrong with you?" Gwendolyn Ramos asks, worried at the way Angelo touched his head.

"Nothing, I am fine! Let's go," he ordered.

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A/N

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