Chapter 13. Mafia Family

Dominic

"You look like shit." He turned his head so fast he wouldn't be surprised if he had whiplash.

What the...Tired eyes focused on the small diminutive figure standing a bit too cocky before him.

The petite debutante entered the temporary master suite without knocking. Well, she looked more like an 8th grader than an 18-year-old college freshman with her tight ponytail, long-sleeved shirt, cut-off jeans, and a worn pair of high-tops. Her favorite ensemble.

Years of practice kept Dominic's expression bland, used to his sister's outrageous personality. He raised his stormy gray eyes to her delicate beauty, blue-violet eyes, flashing with concern, met his, and she flipped her palest of blond hair. "I am fairly sure that we are not running out of money, sis."

"Pft...I'm sure too. Nevertheless, I wouldn't change the way I dress. I repeat, brother, you look like shit." She answered smartly without any hint of hesitation. Bossy minx.