Warming The Mafia's Bed

ive but I love the black current taste in my mouth, and although a bottle costs about $500,000 it's what soothes me

ly breaks the silence as I was expecting him to, and I let out a breath and gently twirl the wine in my cu

I finally turn around to face Ez who is flexed nonchalantly on one of the ch

t him for knowing me s

urned its back on me, he was all I had. He took me in and gave me a

for me, he never for once asked m

er, he wants to ask me for something. No matter how hard it is. I have to do i

s right? You know what this means... For the gang, the noise that would surro

hter means the wo

ready for it, but we'd cross that bridge when we

estion, and

u... "He replies, and I throw the bulk of st

taring at Ez in the mild darkness of the room. It's evening and one can see the sun setting through the glass

or both of us. But if she can't pull that off and we do get married. She'd have to deal with being called

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oon's

s on me. Causing all forms of sleep to leave my body. I slowly move my hand under the duvet to my gun whi

my room. A smell that's very unusual and unfamiliar to me and my villa.

n my room, and in the moonlight shining in through my room's glass wall

lks just had to m

body! "I warn as I suddenly sit up. Pointing my gun at the intrude

a w

e speaks. But the moment I hear

come here to kill you. "She speaks, and I qui

n alarm as I stare at the young lady fully dressed in black from head to toe, an

you have one of the shittiest security systems I've ev

t to my bedroom which is on the top floor

d she flicks her tongue as she rolls her eyes and rel

tates, and I roll my eyes before pulling my duv

or her currently. I hardly ever get to sleep at night and on one of t

l me why you did that, and stop beating around the bush. "I speak as I begin to button up

here. We can't fucking get married! We don't like each other! We'd kill e

ver thought it was strong enough for her to think sh

y gun, and she glares at me. I may have grown up with her, but I don't trust her. In fact, growing up with her a

ht. The Tessa I know could well be aiming to fini

eart, so once again you'd be the favorite one, and he'd pick you over me aga

nt this marriage. But if you think I'd be the one to break my

life a living nightmare... "She then barks at me, and I just stare at the fiesty little cat standing in

dark outfit and can only wonder how s

and wrap myself back up with my duvet, and I feel her staring at me for a few seconds in rage, and then, just like that, I feel her presence leave. But I don't bo

I want to see where this would end. Especially Theresa. I want to see how