Mafia (DNF)

Fourteen

GEORGE

We arrived back home, and I was noticeably shaking a bit as Dream pulled me out of the car and steadied me by my shoulders. I blamed it on the cold.

We got into the elevator, and Dream was rubbing circles on my back. I felt my eyes start drooping; I forgot how long I'd been awake. Today was absolutely insane, but now every day of my life would be like this.

I got led by my arm to the door of our penthouse, and Dream helped take my jacket off. "You're awfully touchy today," I mumbled sleepily. He just chuckled and shook his head.

Nick waved us goodbye and we closed the door, and I yawned. "Where am I sleeping?"

"Your room's too far," he stated. "You can sleep with me in mine, the bed is big enough."

I doubted that was the real reason, but I didn't complain. I didn't want to be alone, not after tonight.

I looked at him as he dragged me over, and noticed some blood stained on his jacket. He saw me staring and cursed softly. "Wait here."

He came back in clean clothes, and handed me a t-shirt and shorts. "Change."

He went off, probably to brush his teeth or something. I put on the clothes, and the shirt hung down to my thighs. It was huge.

He came back a few minutes later, and stared at me for a bit in the big shirt. I frowned. "What?"

"Nothing," he mumbled. He handed me a toothbrush. "Bathroom's over there."

I brushed my teeth, probably doing a bad job. Carrying that iPad around cramped my arm up a little. When I finished, I slowly went back out, carefully not tripping.

Dream was on his phone, and he looked up at me. He pat the bed beside him, and I happily obliged.

I sighed as I flopped down onto the soft blankets. He turned the lights off, and I snuggled deeper into them.

"Goodnight," I mumbled.

"Night."

••••••••••

I yawned, rubbing my eyes. Dream's alarm was going off, and he wasn't doing anything about it.

"Dream," I groaned. "Turn that off."

"Is that any way to talk to your boss?" He scoffed, rolling over.

"Could you please turn that off, sir." I said sarcastically. He rolled his eyes and grabbed his phone, turning it off.

I looked at my phone. 5am??

"What the hell!" I exclaimed. "Why is your alarm set for five in the morning?"

"Because I start my day early," he replied, getting up. "And now you do, too."

I groaned and got up, and then blushed a little as I realized I just shared a bed with my boss. Who's also a mafia leader. And now I'm in his room, talking with him like we're friends.

Dream started taking his shirt off, and my eyes widened. I quickly snatched my phone and scurried out of the room. He chuckled.

I went to the bedroom next to his, hoping that was meant to be mine. I was right, because my suit was laid on the bed, freshly washed.

I pulled it on, and tried to organize myself a little. My iPad was still at the office, as well as most of my work papers and briefcase. I just needed my phone and earpiece.

Once I was done, I went to the kitchen, where Dream was frying up some eggs. I raised an eyebrow. It was weird seeing him look so normal and non-intimidating.

I sat down at the counter and he passed me a plate with two eggs. I thanked him.

"Today's a lot less busy," he said, taking his own eggs and sitting down. "We only have two meetings, and so you'll be spending most of the day at the office answering calls and emails."

I nodded. I finished up my eggs, and brought my plate to the sink. On the counter beside the tap, there was a kitchen knife.

Suddenly, I remembered when Dream had sliced the man's hair off after shooting him. I shuddered a bit, remembering the sound of his body hitting the floor.

Dream appeared next to me and messed his hands around in my hair. "Don't think about it too much. It'll only make it worse."

I nodded. Then I remembered something I'd been meaning to ask. "Why do you go by "Dream" and not your real name?" I questioned. I'd been too preoccupied before to pay attention.

"It was just something I did when I first got involved, to try and keep my normal life separate from the mafia. I just never dropped it, I guess," he answered. "Plus, it's good to have an alias when your work is dangerous."

I guess that made sense. "Dream" was a little odd, though.

"Let's go," Dream called over from the door. "Someone else will clean up."

I grabbed my things and followed.