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Who falls in love with a whole mafia Don, especially as a Christian? Destiny does and she lives to reap what she sowed. Destiny is a sweet, innocent and devoted Christian. She lives according to the Lord's commandments but what happens when she meets one man who makes her question all she had believed in, one by one? Antonio, Don of the Italian Mafia could care less about what another person could feel but when he sets his eyes on Destiny, his interest peaks. 'She could be perfect,' He thinks. But perfect for what? ***Bible Quotes: New International Version Bible.***

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Chapter 1: Chapter {2} Destiny

I stepped into my future and the entire room full of students turned to look at me as I felt myself turn crimson red but my chocolate skin hid the blush very well. Why didn't I check the time when I was strolling around the campus with Thato?

A man dressed formally with glasses perched on his nose stood in front of a big whiteboard in the large room, an irritated look on his face as he impatiently tapped his foot on the hardwood floors, clearly he was the professor.

As I approached him he raised his brow, I cleared my suddenly dry throat.

"Good morning, sir. I'm sorry for my lateness," I stared at the hardwood floors.

"Since, it's the first day, I'll let it slide," He said with a smooth British accent as he toke out some documents, not saying a word which I toke as a clear sign to go sit down.

I walked down the long middle aisle, my eyes quickly surveying the tables for an empty spot but there seemed to be none and they all seemed to be occupied by girls who gave me judgemental stares while some looked at me sympathetically.

"There is a sit at the back," The professor said in an annoyed voice.

Why did my day have to go this way, first someone had to take the parking spot I was going to park on and now I couldn't even find an isolated seat without the rude sirs'

interference.

I spotted the seat he was talking about at the back of the class, the tables in the campus were very long which meant that two people sat on one wooden table.

As I walked to the end of the aisle I snuck a peak at the person I would be sharing a seat with and to say I was surprised would be an understatement. I had expected a girl but no it wasn't a girl but it was probably the most handsome man I had ever seen.

He had jet black hair, stormy grey eyes, that looked empty and lifeless and full pink lips. His gaze was set on the cellphone in his hands.

The intimidating aura that he seemed to shed would make one quickly turn away at first glance and I would too but I had no choice but to sit to him seeing as there was no other seat available.

When he finally lifted his gaze from his smartphone I internally shuddered, he looked as though he was ready to murder me or was it kidnap me? Same difference.

I toke a deep breath then sat down and noticed his shirt sleeves were rolled up revealing the ink covering his arms.

"Hello." I said out of sheer respect.

Silence, that's what he gave me; no acknowledgement, nothing.

"As I was saying before I was rudly interupped." Mr Heywood gave me a side glare making a few students snicker.

"I hate tardiness and expect each and every one of you to be punctual." He put emphasis on each and everyone. Walking around the classroom in slow, rhythmic steps as teachers do when they teach a class.

A beautiful blonde girl that sat directly in front of did not look particularly fond of me as she turned to give me a disgusted look that made me question whether I had done something wrong.

I averted my honey brown eyes from her menacing blue ones.

I was overjoyed when the one hour class was over, the tension was too overwhelming. The mysterious guy and I did not exchange any words and he threw me glares when I did anything as little as move my chair, which really caused me to feel uncomfortable.

After packing my writing stationary, I made my way out of the large room that had felt crammed up leaving the mysterious mister having a stare-on with the blonde haired girl.

I had already texted Thato and she texted back saying that she was at the cafeteria.

I walked into the swamped hallway filled with students chatting about and all I could see was diversity and love. I smiled as my mind was filled with a beautiful verse, 𝘈𝘤𝘵𝘴 17:26;

And hath made of one blood all nations of men for to dwell on all the face of the earth, and hath determined the times before appointed, and the bounds of their habitation.

All the tension from the class disappeared like it was never there as I tried to find my way around the campus.

How I wish I had someone to show me around the school at this moment.

I continued walking at a regular pace looking for any signs that indicated where the cafeteria was when someone bumped into me from the back.

"Sorry." She mumbled, in a cute Italian accent which I was sure I had heard before.

Turning around I immediately recognised the girl from earlier who had kindly asked to touch my hair, oh that's why her voice was so familiar. Her head was cast down before she lifted her it and her eyes flashed with recognition.

"Oh, hi." She beamed.

For someone who had been treated so badly she looked too friendly.

"Hi." I awkwardly said, staring at anything but her.

"Do I have something on my face?" She touched the corner of her mouth, a small frown replacing her beautiful smile.

"No." I said.

"Then why are you acting so weirdly?"

Should I tell her, how awkward it was to talk to her after out first awful encounter?

I sighed, "It's just that want happened this morning..."

"That's water under the bridge." Her smile returned as she waved a dismissive hand.

"Really?" I asked surprised. I'm sure had Thato spoken to another girl in that manner, the person would also reciprocated the behaviour.

"Yeah." She laughed.

"Okay..." I trailed off, still not convinced.

"So, where are you from? You have such a beautiful accent."

"South Africa." I curtly replied.

"Wow, I have always wanted to go there. It seems like a very nice country." She gave me a big smile.

"Really? Well, it is a very nice country." I was surprised at how much she seemed to love South Africa when most people only seemed to have something negative to say about it.

"It's on my bucket list for this year. I've been to Ghana, Egypt, Zambia, Zimbabwe, Kenya and Ethiopia." She looked like she was taking a good walk down memory lane.

Within a few minutes of talking, we were already telling each other about our families and laughing like childhood friends. She directed me to the cafeteria which was surprisingly near.

It was different from the light theme in the hallway and class, it was more comfortable with the theme colours being green and a touch of yellow. The table were arranged in no particular order but ranged from a long rectangular table to small round tables. There was also a lounging area with bean bags and couches, from where we were we could see the front view of the kitchen, we could see what was happening in the kitchen; sizzling pans, chefs in white from head to toe and even a heavenly smell that made my stomach ramble.

"Someone's hungry." The girl who had just come to realise I don't know the name of mischievously smiled.

I blushed.

"We've been talking for a long time and I don't even know your name." She exclaimed in shock at our failure to remember to ask each other our names.

"You toke the words right out of my mouth." I laughed.

I surveyed the room searching for Thato amongst many people who were sitting down. Some were reading, some eating, some chatting about and some busy on their phones.

As I looked I spotted the mysterious guy from earlier sitted by the long table at what looked like the head of the table. Many people surrounded him, all handsome and nice looking but with an unusual aura surrounding them. He was busy on his phone, not talking to anyone.

"What's your name." The girl whom I still didn't know the name of asked, bringing me out of my thoughts and making me move my gaze from the handsome man to her.

"Destiny, yours?" I asked.

"Sienna." She said.

"Beautiful name for a beautiful Italiano girl." I complimented with a small smile.

"Thank you, you have a beautiful name as well." She remarked with a huge smile.

On many occasions I had asked my parents why they named me Destiny but they would only say, "One day you will know." But when would the 'one day' be?

"Destiny!" The familiar voice that could only belong to my best friend called from across the room.

I spotted her then mouthed a 'Give me a minute.' before turning back to Sienna who looked skeptically at Thato maybe thinking about her rude behaviour earlier.

Before I could say anything Sienna beat me to it, "See you around, friend?" She asked her eyes filled with hope of a new friendship.

"See you around, friend," I smiled huge.

I was caught by surprise when I was engulfed into a warm and kind hug by my new friend. Her small body meeting my slightly curvy one.

Wow, I'd only been here for an hour but I already had a new friend, who to spice things up had a very cute Italian accent. I smiled into the hug.

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