Mafia Queen

Chapter nine

Bye bitch.

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I couldn't sleep that night.

"Keep acting like that and you'll find out."

I replayed the sentence over and over in my head. Every time I closed my eyes all I saw was him.

All I heard was him.

His mischievous smirk. His dark eyes. His deep voice.

I couldn't get him out my mind.

I tossed and turned but no place was comfortable enough for me to fall asleep. My mind was crowded. Sighing, I sat up and checked the clock on my bedside table.

5:53am

I got off the bed and put on my slippers. I closed the door softly behind me and tiptoed to the stairs, being careful not to make any noise.

The stairs creaked slightly but not loud enough to wake anyone. I made my way to the back garden and stood on the porch, pulling out cigarette and lighting it.

I inhaled it and let out a puff of smoke, leaning against the railing . I watched as the sun began to rise giving the sky a radiant orange red color.

"Why are you up so early?" a voice from behind me asked. I didn't have to turn around to know who it was as I took another puff of the cigarette.

"Couldn't sleep."

He stood behind me in silence but I still felt his intense gaze on my back. I felt him walk closer to the point where he was directly behind me.

I tried my best to ignore him. I felt his body heat as he took another step closer, as if he wasn't close enough. He took it one step closer when I felt his cold hands on my bare waist. It was times like this I wish I had wore a hoodie like I intended.

He turned me around so I was now face to face with his tattooed chest. He took two fingers and placed then under my chin, raising my head so that I was staring directly in his eyes.

He looked deeply into my eyes and licked his bottom lip. My eyes followed that movement before flickering back to his eyes.

His hand trailed up my arm to the cigarette that was sandwiched between my fingers and took it. He took a puff before blowing the smoke into my face.

Fuck, that's hot.

He dropped the cigarette to the ground and mashed it, his eyes still holding mine. He pulled my closer to him by him waist and my hands instantly found it his, my fingers trailing his tattoo slightly.

I noticed his jaw clench as his eyes darken. His hands left my body and he backed away. His touch lingered and my body yearned for his touch again.

"You should get some sleep, tesoro." he said and left.

Leaving me more confused than I already was.

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"I don't understand you." Kesha said, cutting me out of my thoughts. I chuckled at her, taking a sip of the coffee Kesha made and focused all my attention to what she had to say..

"What do you mean?" I asked, cocking my eyebrow in a questioning manner. She placed her cup down on the counter and leaned against it, looking into my eyes. As if trying to figure me out.

Sorry to inform me, but staring into my soul isn't going to show who I truly am.

"One minute, you're talking and laughing, next you get all bitchy then ignore everyone else and you just stare off into space, like you're doing now and exit the rest of the world." she explained.