A College Girls' Guide To Joining An Italian Mafia

Chapter 15

Ally pov

I've been studying for six hours straight. I have the image of every animal digestive system burned into my mind. About three hours ago Morgan popped into my room to tell me about Kyle. Then she left. And I kept studying. But, I have three tests this week, so it's not like I can stop. 

I keep studying until my brain literally cannot process anything anymore. I've been staring at the same picture of a hoof for the past thirty minutes. I've gotten nothing out of it. I look over at the clock. It's 1 a.m. I want to die. Before I fall asleep at my desk, I go and lay in bed. I don't remember my head hitting the pillow before I was out. 

Someone is shaking my shoulder. I jolt awake, flailing out. My hand makes contact with something hard. My other hand wraps around the handle of the bad i keep next to my bed.

"It's me, it's me! It's Leandro!" He steps back with his hands up and eyes wide. 

"What the hell are you doing in my room?" I ask as I sit up. Glancing at the clock I ask, "at three a.m.? What is this? A booty call? You normally call first for that, Leandro." vaguely, I register that he's dressed up, in a black button down tucked into slacks. He looks good.

His face turns red. "We have a meeting, and you weren't answering your phone."

"Yeah, maybe because it's three a.m.!" I yell. I roll out of bed, sending a pile of papers onto the floor. He watches them scatter, landing next to the one thong I own. Of course, I think the one time I'm too stressed out to clean, he has to break into my room. 

His eyes go wide and he turns a slightly darker shade of red. 

"What am I wearing? I ask. I scoop the thong up and walk over to my closet. 

"Um, something nice," He stutters a bit over his words. 

I pull out a skirt and nice shirt, rush into my bathroom and quickly get ready. When I come out, he's still slightly red, but not as bad. I lead the way out of the room, and down the stairs. When we get to the car, Morgan is climbing into the back from Leandro's seat. I get in next to her, and Leandro swings my door shut before I can close it. 

"I hate you. I hope you know that," I mutter at Angelo. I settle in and lean my head on the seat in front of me. Its three in the morning, and honestly I tune out almost all of the meeting. I do register Morgan falling asleep at the table and Angelo saying we could leave her with Ron. He's grinning when he says it. I nod and walk out to the car. At this point, it's a miracle I'm still awake. The ground seemed more comfortable than walking. We climb into the car and I lay down and fall asleep. 

I wake up to someone holding me.

"What the hell?" I look up at Leandro, who is carrying me. 

"Angelo said it was the gentlemanly thing to do. So I'm carrying you back up to your room," he quickly says to me, still walking up the stairs. 

"Ok," I yawned. I lean my head on his chest. "You smell good," I whisper. I feel him lock up, then pull me tighter against him.

I close my eyes and he keeps walking. A few minutes later he stops and starts shifting me around. "What are you doing?" I mutter into his chest. 

"I can't get the door open." 

I sigh. Turning my face farther into his chest. I grab a bit of his shirt. I inhale deeply and sigh again. "Ok, you can put me down now."

He sets me on my feet. "Did you just smell me?" Ignoring him, I open my door and walk inside, kicking off my shoes. Leandro is still standing in my doorway.