Don't try to change me

Part 32

I hadn't been this nervous in so long. Everyone was waiting for me at the compound including Brand as I was giving myself a little dose of appreciation for my amazing disguise. I knew I looked horrible as fuck and I hated that but never mind if it was for Brand.

I glanced at the mirror to check my face, my mascara, my lips in place. The shade of mahogany worked well with my newly paled complexion. Right there I had plain, paled skin, plain brown hair wrapped into a bun with fake fringes and plain grey eyes. Thanks to the fucking uncomfortable contacts. But the main spot of deprecation was my masterly disguised full term belly.
Jesus Christ!!!
I couldn't look more terrible than this.

My phone vibrated on the table, and when I looked at the screen, I smiled.

Brand: "come over Yaya"

Man!!! He was a fucking godsend.
I threw my phone into my bag and headed out of my room. My heart seized with fear in split second and eyes went wide when I saw savagely ferocious Brand with his untamed massive terminator sized men, all of them ready to suck blood out of those Antonio's worthless bastards.

As I approached the outer ramp to the compound, I was met with mockingly indifferent eyes of everyone including Mario, better known as the bimbo asshole, who wore some fancy designer collared shirt with solid watch. Then my eyes landed on Brand who looked sexy as ever, wearing a white collared dress shirt, his glittering gold Gucci watch and ear stud shone in the low lightening of the estate. Sometimes I really forgot how rich those mafia fucks were. Brand had a glint of appraisal and a glint of nervousness on his face. And I forgot about every other eye watching me..

"You look beautiful babe with this baby bump"
He slightly smirked, his head cocking to the side as he stared at me with those beautiful orbs that still made my heart melt and I fucking knew I looked hilarious.

"Thanks brotha"
I grinned, trying to lighten up his overly cautious mood. He tilted his head in confusion at my newly picked nick name for him.

"Hug me brotha"
I clarified, watching as his face only grew more confused.

"Hmm... what the fuck is that?" He asked.

"Drake and josh? The iconic tv show?"
I replied excitedly.

"I have no idea what that is"
He shook his head all confused as fuck.

"Jesus Mary Joseph and holy saint Patrick!!! You are so old captain" I sighed.

He smiled, clearly mused as he glanced down at me, placing his ringed hand on top of mine. His face turned serious again.

"Babe!! Are you sure you want to do that?"
The worry came back to his beautiful face as he asked me that.

"Are you gonna take me out after that?"
I faked a smile, changing the topic because I wasn't in any case gonna fuck my plan.

"Gosh!!! I'll think about it"
He sighed, surprised at my jokes at that vulnerable situation but still wearing a small smirk.

"I can't wait for that capt..."
Before I could talk rubbish anymore, I was kept silent by Brand's sensual lips grazing against mine. A quick and lovable kiss to which I responded with my soul.

"Mario"
Brand called for Mario as soon he pulled back from our kiss, his eyes still on me.

"Holen Sie sie sicher in jedem Zustand zurück"
(She should be back here safely in any fucking condition)
He commanded Mario in his full mafia boss avatar, for which I died for.

Damn me!!! Over obsessed bitch.

"Mach dir keine Sorgen ... es liegt in meiner Verantwortung"
(Don't fucking worry brother!! She is my responsibility)

Mario replied, comforting Brand, rubbing his back in brotherly love. I should say, it was real.
A moment later, a black SUV stopped just by us that carried all the weapons and ammunition and how smoothly they were hidden in every corner and pore of the vehicle, was a whole different story.

"Come on Yaya!! Its time to leave"
Mario said, ruffling his hand through his hair.

His words jolted me for a sec, but I shattered away every other thought. I stole a quick kiss with Brand and then stuck my tongue out at him playfully. I scrambled my hands out of his and raced towards the car without glancing back at him because fuck sake!!! I knew if I would had seen him back I wouldn't be tough enough.

"Fuck you whore!!! Who gets into the car first"
I signalled a middle finger to Mario and shouted at him, getting into the passenger seat of the loaded vehicle. Ignoring the fact that Brand's men were watching me with amusement. My wandering eyes stuck to the rear mirror which showed Brand and Mario busy in the last moment some serious sorta conversation.

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The wind brushed through my hair at the same slow pace of annoying orchestra playing at the opera house as we were on the lonely dark road.

"Do you really have to put your feet on the seats?"
Mario teasingly said, nudging my bent knee with the finger.

"Fuck off Mario"
I grumbled.

"Missing Brand already... huh!!"
He chuckled hoarsely. I rolled my eyes and glared to my phone.

"Whatever" I mumbled in confusion, and my nerves were nonexistent when I texted Brand out of nowhere.

Me: "I can't wait to see you again"

I spelled "fuck" wrong but he'll get the point. I knew he would had been in his plane off to Slovenia with few of his trusted men. Rest of his army was following us by road. I slammed my phone in center console and stared ahead at the stupid road in frustration.

"Good lord you're in rare form today" Mario said
"Is this birth control or.."

"Oh fuck you Mario!! I can be pissed off and it has nothing to do with my fucking uterus"
I hissed, but then it clicked "but may be... it is ... a little" I shyly admitted with my eyes glued on the long ass highway.

"Look Yaya!! I know you are tensed as fuck but you have to be honest with yourself. Relationships are mandatory part of being human and your love for Brand is absolutely extraordinary. So don't be hard on yourself. Brand would be fine, in-fact every fucking thing would be fine...those mothafuckers be in hell soon... all we need is our mafia bitchy queen back"

Mario reminded me, and believe me his words hit me at an accurate spot. He couldn't be more right than ever. I blindly trusted Brand and I was certain we could easily cross that dumbass hurdle together with our trusted mafia family. That backup was indeed what I needed.

"Yo bro!! Those shit head cunts are destined to be defeated by us"
I raised a hi fi to Mario to which he got surprised at first and then responded happily.

"Yo feisty baby girl !!"
He joyously exclaimed, pulling out a fat joint from his pocket, lighting it up and blowing a cloud at my face.