Dirty Little Secret - Not Edited

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Enzo Romano

"Oh, you fucked up big time." Matteo chuckled resting his hand on my shoulder. I shrugged him off and hit the bag again.

"I never fucked up." **hit** "She was being fucking hot headed." **hit**"Why did she have to argue with me? I want to take a break from the mafia for a year or so – in the future – that's all. Instead she has to go be a bitch about it." I began to unwrap my hands and sat down drinking some water.

"Ange said she's not angry about you wanting to leave." I looked up as Matteo and Luca sat down in front of me. Both of them taking of the wrap from their hands. "Yeah Luna said that to." They gave each other a knowing look.

I took the lid off my water and splashed it between the two. "Mind telling me WHY then!?" They wiped their faces and gave me an irritated look. "No, ask her." He pointed through the window which gave me full of view of Myla, Angelina and Luna. Luna and Angelina where doing yoga whilst Myla was hitting a tree with a bat.

She's a fucking psychopath, but for some reason that only makes me love her more.

She looked so perfect no matter what she was doing. She was wearing black shorts, a black sports bra and black and white Nike 270's. He gorgeous long brown hair was lied into a mid-ponytail, her baby hairs at the front where going to her natural curls that she hated anyone seeing.

"Instead of watching her son, go and talk to her." My father stood at the door along with my brothers. "You don't get it. She's pissed at me. I think she'll hit me with the fucking bat." Matteo chuckled. "PLEASEEEE shout on me if she does! I live for those moments."

I rolled my eyes, downing some more water. "I suggest you fix it son. Before someone else does." I sighed and contemplated for a moment.

I'm to much of a selfish son of a bitch to let her go that easy.

"I'll be back." I moved past them, ignoring the chatter that was going on between them. I moved through the house and out to the garden. I was about to walk round when I heard Myla talking to Angelina and Luna.

"So, what are you going to do?"

"Nothing. It was nice, but it's over now."

"I don't think feelings like that can just be left behind Myla."

"If he really loved me, he wouldn't make decisions for me."

I turned to walk round the corner and crashed into her. She was still holding the bat in her hand, and a towel and water in the other.

My hands instantly went to her arms to stop her from falling. I felt the goose bumps on her skin from my touch. He mouth parted slightly, as her eyes met mine. I swallowed a lump in my throat as I'm sure she did.

All I wanted to do in that moment was wrap my arms round her and kiss her with all I had. I wanted to say sorry.

But just like her. I'm stubborn.

She pulled away from me taking her bottle, towel and bat. I dropped my hands to the side as she turned round to look at the girls. "I'll be ready in twenty minutes." She moved past me without another glance and walked back into the house. "You better sort yourself out. And sort out this relationship."

Luna said, smacking my shoulder. "She loves you. And she's hurting because you guys haven't spent two nights together. That's real fucking love Enzo." Angelina adds.

"Heads up. We are heading to lunch with her. Try not to do any more, dumb shit." They both walked into the house and back upstairs.

I ran my hand over my face and sighed. How could I have been so stupid. She's mad because I was making decisions for her, not because I wanted to leave.

I forget sometimes that Myla is a strong ass woman. She doesn't need anyone.

I need to fix this sooner rather than later. But not until after the mafia ball. I have to much planning to do for that shit.

After a quick shower and change I headed into my office and began working through deadlines for the ball, making calls and blasting off e-mails. I heard Myla walking down the stairs, talking on the phone to my mother.

"Maria, I'll be there with the girls soon. Don't worry, I'll get parked."

She must have walked into the kitchen with how well I could hear.

I walked out of my office and into the kitchen she was stood at the kitchen island flicking through her phone. She would make a trash bag look fucking good.

She was wearing, a tight fitted black leather pencil skirt, with a long, dangerously high slit up the left thigh, a white wrap crop top and Christian Louboutin heels. Her hair was curled and flowed down her back gracefully as usual.

"Hey." I said pathetically. "Hi." She never looked up from her phone as the awkward silence stretched between us.

I walked in, taking out my protein smoothie from the fridge. I turned to get a glass as she was their already getting one for herself. "Could you pass me a glass?" She took a glass out and closed the cupboard back over.

Stubborn. Still.

"Seriously?" She turned shrugging. "Did you say something?" She asked with a straight face. "Yeah. I asked if you could pass me a glass." She nodded and twisted her lips into a mocking smile.

"Well to answer your question; yes, I could pass you a glass. However, I chose not to. Just like you chose not to say please." She beamed, running the tap and filling the glass up with water.

"Fine." I rolled my eyes and took out a glass pouring in my smoothie. I rested on the kitchen island looking over at the TV which had the football game on. We stood in an awkward silence for what felt like forever until Angelina walked in.

"Hey." She smirked. I could see from the corner of my eye Myla, sending her the death stare.

Thank fuck I wasn't on the receiving end of that.

"You ready?" Myla asked. "Yeah, Luna is already in the car waiting." Angelina walked out, saying bye to me before she left.

Myla picked up her purse and phone and walked behind me to leave. As she did, I grabbed her wrist and pulled her back.

"I might have fuck up Myla. But don't ignore me forever, never forget what I'm capable of." I whispered in her ear.

"Don't worry. I know what your capable of; protecting, fucking and controlling. I can protect myself, I can sure as hell please myself better than anyone can. As for the controlling, I don't need that from anyone." She yanked her wrist from me, turned on her heels and walked off to the car.

***

It was 8:30pm. The ball started in half an hour. Of course, Mario and Selena still weren't going, because to everyone in the Mafia world they where dead. Sky was also in the house not leaving Selena's side, and probably still terrified on Myla.

Myself, Luca and Matteo all left before the girls in one of the SUV's. The girls were still getting ready, so we told them to take a separate car.

We sat at the bar as the room began to fill with other members of the mafia. The first set of speeches and entertainment began at 9pm, and Myla was to be our host for the first set.

"There they are." Luca hit my arm. I turned round and the rest of the room faded around me. Myla was wearing a black dress which had two high slits up either side of it. The top was connected with two straps crossing at the back of her neck and the rest of her back was exposed. He hair was still in it's long curls, she never needed to do anything. She always looked perfect.

He Chanel perfume consumed my lungs and she was on the opposite side of the room from me. They walked down the steps; everyone's eyes on Myla.

"I'll see you guys soon. I need to go do my duties." She hugged the girls, gave me a quick glance and walked off back stage.

She's going to be the fucking death of me.