TIED TO YOU

Chapter 6

Tyler pov

The light of dawn seeped into my room. I rubbed my bleary eyes next to the most dazzling lady I've ever known, as elegant when she's asleep than awake. I couldn't stop ogling at her as I look back on how she came closer to me last night. Despite I was vexed by the way she was dressed, I couldn't vet my anger when I saw her right in front of me. Drunk but endearing as she was blabbering all nonsense coming out her mouth. I wanted to shut her mouth up by kissing her fucking hard but then I controlled myself as I wanted her to be in her sense when I make love to her which actually happened when she was back to herself.

I hop out of the bed to fresh myself up and head to the kitchen to concoct something before she wakes up. I bake the pancakes as I put on a track and I sing along the lyrics. I was away surrounded too much by my emotions in the early morning. Did last night's affect me? I'll sound like a lunatic person in front of her if I continue pro tem this way.

My thoughts get drought again of how perfect she opened herself to me last night. 'Good morning' I hear out of a sudden as a little toe moved towards me for a hug. 'Good morning princessa' I said as I hug her back and kiss her forehead. 'What are you preparing?' she asks showing her rosy cheeks.

'Well, I know you love pancakes. I'm making some for you' I answer. 'Humm, Mafia's even cooked? I'm only eating them if they are good' she says as she headed to the bathroom. If only she knows who she's dealing with.

After a while, I prepared some coffee as Nellie came to weld the table. 'Here are your pancakes ma'am am waiting for you to slurp your fingers' I say with a confident voice. 'Alright sir' she says taking a bite of the cake whilst closing her eyes to appreciate the flavor. 'So, you are a chef besides being a gangster?' she says sarcastically. I laugh at the expression and answer' Yes I am besides adoring the guns and blood, I love to cook'

'Humm, you can cook me food as from now, am appointing you as my personal chef' she says with her mouth full of food. 'I can be your chef even in bed love' I say out of the blue when she looks at me with full desires.

Damn! I slide her hair away from her face as she tastes her own finger. 'Are you going to allow me to taste them too?' I say as I move my face closer to her. 'Nop' she says as her attention goes on her phone. Who the fuck is texting her?

'I got to get geared up, I have a meeting to attend' she says as she places her phone aside. 'What kind of meeting?' I ask. 'Business' she answers. 'But you barely attend the office' I respond back. 'So? I'm attending now' she says pissed.

'What the fuck Nellie? What you up to?' my voice raises as I feel my blood boiling to the edge already. 'Nothing fucks it!' she says as she leaves the table. She's appraising my restraint. Is she cheating on me? I'll kill that jerk.

I calm myself down as I run my hand through my hair. I take a breath and shift to the room to talk to her. She was on her phone again, sitting worriedly. 'Is there something wrong? Can I help?' I say as I sit next to her, 'It's good Tyle' she says as she places her head on my shoulder.

I sigh as I remember yesterday's matter and I needed to tell Nellie so as she stays guard of it. 'I was on the point to kill Mexico's yesterday but out of the blue I found out there was an American with them'

'What? Did you find out who it was?' she says as her tone of voice changes. 'Not really, but dad said it was a traitor who betrayed his tribe. I just want to finish them off for good but I need a hand for this. You and I in this war would suit greatly. Not even a sight of Mexico will be left' I say to her. Her tone of expression changed and move off the bed. 'I can't'

'What! but why?' I asked curiously. 'Because I don't want to' she says moving her eyes away from me. I move to her, grab her hand and say 'Nellie as long as I fucking know you, you are dead frank in the face whatever it is. And now you're testing my patience. Would you be freaking kind and tell me the matter?'

'Fine, you want to fucking hear it and bear it?'

'Yes,' I say. 'Well, I fucking want a normal life, away from this mafia society and the murders we do. I sick of this' she shouts.

I stay there pale, trying to capture what she said. You want a life away from me? Is this what you have been wishing for the whole time?