Il Mio Capo Mafioso Italiano

XXXII

Mavery's POV:

Two weeks have passed since I left the hospital and moved in with Lorenzo's family, each night I spent cuddling with Lorenzo. I felt guilty about him cutting work hours short because of my presence, but he told me he wanted to come home more and I didn't push it.

Chris and I have also become quite close, spending lots of our free time playing card games together, sometimes Anne even joined us. It warms my heart seeing how close all of them are with each other, just as much as it pains to know I will never have that with my family. I am very grateful Aiden and I have reunited, but I haven't seen him for a while. We have been texting and called each other though, and plan on meeting up the second I return to New York, which should be tonight unless something changes.

I was going to miss how kind Lorenzo's family has been to me, but I knew I needed to go sooner or later, it's not like I could stay here forever.

I hear a knock at the door before it opens slowly, "Yeah come in" I say sarcastically at Lorenzo, who didn't bother to wait for me to tell him he could come in.

He rolled his eyes and came up behind me while I was folding some clothes, his hands sneaking around my waist and his head resting on mine. "You almost all packed?"

"Yeah I just need to stuff everything together"

"We are scheduled to leave at noon but we can always go earlier or later if you would like, it's a private jet." He says, walking around me and sitting on the bed. "Noon sounds good" I smile, checking the time to see it was ten o'clock.

"Have you eaten?"

I shake my head in response, earning a disapproving glare from him. "Finish up and we can go out for breakfast." I sighed, knowing I wasn't going to get away with not eating a full breakfast. Lately I just haven't had an appetite.

After I'm done packing, we head downtown to a small cafe for breakfast. I ordered plain pancakes, he ordered a bacon egg and cheese bagel with a black coffee. No sugar or cream.

"I don't understand how you drink that without sugar or cream." I say, watching him sip his coffee. He is about to respond when an arm is draped over his shoulder belonging to a very tall and beautiful blonde woman. "Lorenzo?! I can't believe you are here! This is like fate!" She squeals as he shrugs her arm off. "Who is this?" She snarls, obviously talking about me.

"I'm sorry who are you?" Lorenzo responds, seeming annoyed and uninterested in the woman. "What?" She says, shocked, "You don't remember o-our night together?" Her confident voice from moments ago is faded and replaced by a slightly embarrassed one.

"I spend many nights with many women, I have no memory of you. Now please leave us alone." He speaks coldly, the woman cowering and leaving the cafe. "You were a little harsh," I point out, not pleased with how he spoke to her. It did bother me more than I would like to admit that he was so experienced, meanwhile I have only had one type of intimate encounter willingly which was kissing. Imagining him with other girls made me feel upset, insecure even, but that didn't mean I wanted him to be rude to his......conquests.

"She was annoying." He says, taking a bite of his bagel stuffed with food. My stomach feels full just watching him eat so much. I decide to drop the topic and bring my attention to my untouched plate, stabbing the pancakes and forcing myself to take a bite.

After a whole pancake was gone, I felt like I was about to throw up. Even though there were still two large pancakes on the plate, Lorenzo looked please at how much I ate.

A waiter made his way over to collect our food, giving my plate a wary look. "Are you done?" He asked in a rather rude tone, I could see Lorenzo's jaw clenched at this, I shot him a look telling him not to do anything. "Yes, it was delicious." I smiled at the waiter, but his attitude didn't change.

Instead he looked to Lorenzo, almost like he was waiting for him to allow him to pick up the plate. "You heard her." He snaps, the waiter is caught off guard.

"You don't want her to eat more? I mean if your into the sickly skinny look that's cool, most guys like at least some meat though." He said in a slightly humorous tone. I was disgusted at his words. How dare he talk to Lorenzo about that like it was his choice?

I couldn't help but drop my head, my mind remembering the stunning blonde from earlier.

She was skinny for sure, but not like me. She was a healthy skinny, with wide hips and a nice butt. (Not that I was looking) . Maybe that's the kind of girl Lorenzo wants.... and sure I used to look like that, but I have lost so much weight.

"The fuck did you just say?" Lorenzo's voice is calm but laced with warning, his eyes shooting daggers at this waiter. Please just back down. I think, hoping the waiter doesn't push him. I didn't want him to cause a scene in this nice little cafe.

"I just figured you might want a girl with some meat, my bad."

Lorenzo shoots up to his feet, his tall height towering over the waiter. "Lorenzo please don't..." I trail off, watching as Lorenzo lands a punch on the mans face, sending him to the floor in a spiral. Everyone's heads dart towards us, making me instantly embarrassed.

Lorenzo crouches down to the floor, whispering something inaudible to me into the mans ear before standing up and grabbing my wrist, almost dragging me out of the cafe,

Once we are outside, I force us to a stop. "Lorenzo you can't just fight everyone who is rude to me."

"Yes I can." He says bluntly, crossing his arms. I roll my eyes, stepping forward so that we are a little closer. "Do you?" I ask, seeing his face confused I realize how little sense that question made. "Do you want me to put on more weight?" I regret the words once they leave my lips and I see his eyes narrow.

"You are perfect, don't listen to what anyone says about you," he lightly kisses me on the lips, he sounds convincing yet I'm still doubtful, but I don't voice this, instead I nod, burying my face in him, taking in his warmth.

"We should get a move on yeah?" I say, pulling away. "Wouldn't want to make the pilot wait."

He nods, taking my hand in his as we walk to the limo.

Getting away from LA will be good for me, I'm excited to get to stay with Lorenzo, maybe even start working again.

If only I knew what waited for us in New York.

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