My mafia love

7~ Special Girl

Kelly's POV:

It's the next day and I sigh, I'm still here.

I need to start a tally chart on the wall like they do in the movies like a real prisoner.

My stomach grumbled, telling me it needs its food so i got up and went downstairs, They haven't really said to me anything's off limits, and a girl needs to eat so the least they could do is feed me if they're keeping me here.

So yes, I will help myself to the food, it's not like they're short.

Every time I walk these hallways there's body guards everywhere, do they ever eat? or sleep? or just have a damn day off.

Derrick and Adam are already in the kitchen and I quickly hide, not wanting to eat while anyone's in there  or interact with anyone.

I'm assuming everyone just lives here, Don't get me wrong the place is definitely big enough.

"We saw you, pretty girl." One of them says and I slowly reveal myself again, walking into the kitchen, sinking into myself.

Adam shoves one of Derricks eggs into his mouth after he finished eating his own, "Oh come on you fucking greedy bastard!"

Derrick looks at me and sends me an amused smile after the action made me laugh.

"Hey Dick face." I look behind me to see who Adam was talking to and quickly looked away, all of a sudden feeling timid.

"Shut the fuck up." Cade ordered and they both laughed.

"Whats up with you, kitty kat?"

"Nothing" I replied quietly.

It seems they forget I am not welcome here, I don't belong here and I was forced to be here.

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I am getting sick of this. I'm bored out my mind, I don't know if im alive or dead or if i'm ever getting out of here. I close my eyes, leaning my head against my room door.

Immediately, I move away from the door after hearing a knock. Slowly opening the barrier, i'm hit with an amazing smell, one that i've grown quite familiar with over the last few days.

Cade.

He looks at me for a few moments before moving closer and with each step he took forward, i took one backward until my back hits the wall. I look up at him not knowing what to say or do, I flinch when his thumb makes contact with my face, stroking it gently.

The goosebumps on my body make an appearance again and I nervously look around, not knowing what to do with myself.

"What is it about you.." He whispers, his voice is so seductive, I can't help but look into those honey-gold eyes. I've never been this close to a man in this way, like this.

He leans down to my face, feeling his hot breath hit my face, I look anywhere but his eyes. My breathing quickens, Jesus my heart is racing.

I hate to admit that I like this. I like it when he's not frightening.

He rests his hand on the wall, beside my head and I have a perfect view of his arm. Gosh even his arm is perfect. He has tanned skin, and I can't help but stare at every vein travelling down his arm to his hand.

Without thinking, I gently run my fingers down the bumps surfacing his skin and his clenches.

The fuck am I doing

I quickly remove my hand and he grabs a hold of it. "I like it when you touch me." He whispers, still having his usual unreadable expression , yet he had this glint in his eyes, and I couldn't quite figure out what it was.

What on Gods green earth is he doing?

Is he sleep walking?

All I could do was get lost in the two pools of honey on his face, staring at him, taking in and admiring every mark, every flaw, every spec on his face. I've never met someone this attractive in all my years.

I force my eyes down, becoming a ball of nerves, flustered as heck.

I feel hypnotised, shocked and bewilderment. It's like I want to push him away and tell him to get the fuck away from me, but I can't.

And with that he stroked a finger through my hair, travelling down to the ends and eventually his scent disappeared.

I close my eyes when my door slams shut, letting out a breath I didn't realise I was holding.

He's trying to mess with me and I cannot fall for it.

But that moment felt a little too intimate.