TROUBLE

ten

Miles POV

I've said this before and I will say it again Cecilia fucking Saldaro is messing with my head. If it isn't her olive complexion, her dark eyes andher delectable little body that I see whenever I close my eyes. It's impossible to forget her.

But her laugh, her mannerisms, she is the perfect girl.  She carries herself with so much confidence, so much so she doesn't break but holy fuck when that girl cries my fucking heart breaks.

I held her through every tear she shed over the three days she was with me at my penthouse, I had no idea what I was doing all I did was wrap my arms around her and gave her chocolate which she seemed to appreciate.

Whatever happened with her family must have been hard, she seems so close with them, whenever she cried she kept telling me stories about her brothers and she speaks so highly of Giovanni, but every time she spoke about him she broke down even more.

I know they keep a lot of secrets from her which seems to frustrate her, hell even I am doing it. Her whole life has been lies and she finally met someone who she can somewhat trust, and even he is fucking lying to her.

I miss being in her company, seeing her curled up on my sofa or on my bed, leaving her scent lingering everywhere. The way she wore my clothes as she didn't have any, whenever I was close to her I could smell my cologne and shower gel on her. Fuck me it was hot as fuck.

Even seeing her with Dove was making me feel funny, even in those short hours she was there. She let Dove aimlessly talk to her about her dolls or babble about her cartoons. Little Dove's and Cecilia's laugh filled the room and I couldn't help but smiles.

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I drive into the parking lot of Raven's Fitness, owned by the illusive circuit. It is regular gym with all the weights, the machines, the typical gym lads thinking they are all it bench presses more than they can handle just to impress the ladies that occupy the gym. But underneath, it was the entrance to the New York circuit, filled with corrupt businessmen and police officers, young kids who had no choice but choose crime and the underworld.

At one point I was a desperate kid, needing money. 

It's no surprise I am the New York Mafia, and a close ally of the Italian Mafia.

Grayson and I had no other choice starting from the bottom, no family, no real source of income to eat to live so when we witnessed some messed up Mafia shit we were enlisted and have been ever since.

Gray gained their trust quickly because how close he already was with Camden from high school, but me I was rebellious, I mean I still am. I didn't like being ordered around, treated like their lapdog. But I guess I somewhat earned their trust since I now lead a whole ass mafia.

At least now I am the leader and not the follower now.

I walk down the stairs to the underground to hear the grunts and loud hits against the bags or the sound of fists hitting flesh. I go into the locker room taking off my hoodie and changing into a pair of black basketball shorts and I wrapped my wrists and hands.

Walking back into the main area I nod at a few familiar faces, none that I was particularly fond of to be frank. But all I can hear in the back of my head is Cecilia's sweet voice:

"You know you can be quite sweet when you aren't being a cretino"

She really is occupying every part of my life, not sure how I feel about that, but it definitely makes me feel slightly uncomfortable. Not in a creepy way, more of an endearing way.