Mafia Queen

Chapter seven

The difference between me and you is that I don't need to throw shade in order to shine.

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"But I don't wanna go, I need to sleep." Kesha whined, grabbing the headboard as I tried to remove her from the bed. I groaned in frustration. She's been whines the whole 30 minutes I was trying to get her out of bed.

Leonardo requested everyone to be in his office for a meeting. I have no clue what it's going to be about. However, Leonardo didn't say anything else.

"This is why you're supposed to sleep at night and not stay up watching The Originals, fantasying over Klaus and Elijah." I responded, removing the covers from her once again, causing her to groan loudly.

"But I can't help myself, they're so hot. I'd totally have a threesome with them." she said and I mentally cringed at the thought.

Not because I didn't agree with her but because of the terrifying image created that will forever be imprinted in my mind. I shook the image out of my head and yanked her off the bed, resulting in her falling off the bed. She let out a groan and I smiled in satisfaction.

"Are you up now?" I asked smirking. She raised her middle finger at me and I laughed.

"Go to hell."

I kind of already am.

"Oh hun, I will be going to hell and guess what, you and everyone else in this house are coming with me." I voiced my thoughts, stooping to her level and whispering the last part. Although, I couldn't see her face, I knew she was rolling her eyes.

"You get dress, I'll get started on breakfast." I said, patting her shoulder and standing up. I heard her mutter a few choice words as I make my way out the door.

"I love you too, babe." I called out and jogged down the stairs.

To my much surprise, Leonardo was in the kitchen making waffles. A shirtless Leonardo.

Not gonna lie, as much as I despise the man, he does have an incredibly hot body. I could watch him flex his back muscles for days and I have no shame.

I leaned against the wall observing his every move. The way his back tensed as he mixed the batter. The way his pants hung dangerous low, showing off his boxers. The way his incredible tattoo was shown off for the world to see. The way his body moved to the sound of the music.

God, I need to stop. I'm getting this weird feeling in my stomach and it's not butterflies. It feels move like I'm getting a second heartbeat and that is not normal. At least not for me.

"See something you like, babygirl?" he asked, without turning around making me wonder how he knew it was me.

"Actually, I do, maybe I'll stay here a bit longer and enjoy this fabulous view. Chances are I may never see it again." I answered, smirking. He let out a chuckle and turned around to face me.

It was then, I took in his full appearance. His hair fell messily in front his face, his full body on display, his v-line going all the way down to his-

Okayyy, that's enough of that.

"Why don't you get you pretty little hands dirty and help." he suggested in a playful tone. I pretended to think for a while before shaking my head, no.

"Nah, I quite like seeing you work." I said and he chuckled.

I couldn't help but think why we couldn't be like this more often, instead of arguing over every little detail. He genuinely seems like a fun people instead of that distant façade he puts everyday.