CONNECTION | MAFIA ROMANCE

Chapter 10 - Brother and sister

The study that had become my bedroom was becoming thoroughly overcrowded with my belongings. All thanks to that selfish prick Marco.

It was hard to look for a decent dress when I hadn't even unpacked yet. The desk drawers were already stuffed with stationary and papers for school.

Today I was going on the date with Lorenzo. It was just going to be a one time thing but foolishly I hoped otherwise - despite missing my calls frequently, which pissed me off, we'd talk. A lot.
I'd come to learn he was also Italian - his name told me enough and he seemed to relate with me on a lot of things - it was strange in a nice way.

"What do you do anyway?" I ask him.

He doesn't answer for a couple of seconds - something he usually does that I've picked up on. "Well, I run my father's company - pretty boring stuff."

"I don't see how that's boring," I reply casually - remembering how much I craved for any sort of involvement in my family's affairs, "Better than studying for something you don't even want, no?"

He snorts, "Nobody ever knows what they truly want," his tone is light and I could practically see him smiling through the screen before he says, "What about you? You kick ass or something Vic? I could see u doing that."

"Totally," I smile like a fool, "Especially asses belonging to guys' who take their damn time answering the phone."

He blows a breath - as if not believing what I'm saying then lets out an incredulous laugh, "You using ready made pasta is a crime itself but...We'll see how long it takes for you to get ready tomorrow - we'll see who takes their 'damn time'."

Dammit - I was going to prove him wrong. With 2 hours remaining until Lorenzo would pick me up, I stormed to the bedroom Marco claimed his own.

The main bathroom never seemed to have any warm water so I'd resort to rushing into his room to use the shower. There'd be times I'd catch him and a playdate doing - sporting activities shall we say. Marco's partners seemed to enjoy horse riding. 

And he would never look ashamed when I'd mistakenly come in, in fact, he'd seem almost pleased by my intrusion.

Though eversince I'd declared that I was his sister and Marco then declared that I was his fiancée - things got considerably quieter. Ava didn't come over anymore.

I snatched my towel and headed into the room. It was quiet - only 5:00pm. When I swung the door open and hard enough that it banged against the wall, I saw to my relief that he was alone.

But shirtless.

Standing near the door leading to the walk in closet, he had a towel wrapped around his waist and another towel in his hands which he used to shake his hair dry.

He was bent over as he shook out his wet hair. A blessing - because if he looked up he would've noticed how my eyes kept snagging on his glistening body. Dammit.

"Really Russo?"

I averted my eyes from his when he snapped back up, genuinely annoyed that I barged in - his chiseled torso daring me to take a look.

"Yes, you really need to fix the water in the main bathroom," I huffed then moving past him I made my way into the bathroom.

Slamming the door shut, I stripped then showered quickly.

It was a messy bathroom, his clothes were scattered across the floor including clothes I presumed belonged to his lovers - unless they were his and he was a secret drag queen.