His Mafia Princess - J.H

Chapter 92

Mirriella pov

"I swear to god, put bubbles in my hair one more time and I'm drowning you." I laughed as I moved his hands away from my head again.

"But if I put bubbles in your hair, then you're gonna have to wash it. And then that means your hairs is gonna smell like the macadamia nut again. My logic isn't flawed." He argued as he put a handful of bubbles on my hair.

"For fuck sake." I groaned as I took the bubbles off my head. "You know what? Just for that-" I laughed as I moved my hands up to his face, spreading the bubbles all over his face.

"No, Mirri." He groaned as he shut his eyes so the bubbles didn't get in them.

I laughed and washed my hands in the water. I turned around and straddled his lap, bringing my hands up to his face and uses my thumb to wipe the bubbles out of his eyes. I laughed as he opened his eyes because there were still some bubbles on his eyelashes.

"Hi." I said softly as I wiped the bubbles of his lips.

"Hi." He said back as he held a straight face.

"I'm sorry." I tried as I attempted to hold back my smile.

"No you're not."

"No I'm not." I agreed as I leant forward and kissed him.

My arms rested on his shoulder as I moved my hand to play with the tuffs of hair on the bottom of his head. One of his hands rested on my cheek as the other rested on the small of my back. I pulled away from the kiss and rested my forehead against his.

"I love you." I whispered as my nail traced his jawline.

"I love you too." He whispered back.

"Don't say too. Sounds like you're agreeing with me." I squished his lips together before resting my head on his shoulder.

"Can I wash your hair?" He asked as he ran his fingers through my hair.

"If you want to." I mumbled into his shoulder.

And that's what we did. He moved me off his lap and positioned me in between his legs so my back was facing him. He rubbed the shampoo into my scalp, using his fingertips to massage the product into the roots. He then ran the conditioner through the ends of my hair and left it to set while he drew shapes on my back with his fingers.

Once it was left for a while, he picked up the shower head again and washed it out. He ran his fingers through my hair, separating any knots before pulling the plug. He got out and wrapped a towel around his waist before standing me up and wrapping a towel around me.

"No, Jaden you're gonna get the bed wet." I stated as he laid me on the bed.

"Shut up." He playfully sang as he walked away into the closet.

He walked back out with a pair of sweats hung loosely on his hips and a large shirt and a pair of my underwear in his hands. He walked over and undid my towel, pulling my underwear up my legs before ushering me to sit up so he could pull the shirt over my body.

"I'm gonna braid your hair." He stated as he took the hair tie off my wrist and sat me on the floor in front of him so he could section my hair.

"I didn't know you could braid hair." I stated as he started braiding.

"One of my only sources of entertainment as a kid was watching my sister braid her hair over and over again. At some point she got so bored and started teaching me how to do it. It's just something I never forgot how to do." He answered as he continued to section my hair and braid it.

"You must've been really close with her then. Or had a close bond with her." I pointed out, somewhat jealous of it.

"Well, we were only ten months apart. You said it yourself, my dad was only with my mom for breeding purposes. He had a girl but wanted a boy. He would've kept going until he got one. And if my mom didn't or refused to give him one, he'd find someone else. We only really had each other growing up. My mom was always busy trying to keep our dad away from us and dad. Well he was dad. He did whatever the fuck he wanted with no consequences." He pointed out.

"That explains it then. My brother was almost a decade older than me and tried to murder me every chance he got." I laughed bitterly as I heard him sigh. "You can't even tell me I'm wrong. We have similar childhood issues. Your dad was an abusive excuse for a person, same with my mom. You and your sister had one of the strongest bonds you can have. My brother didn't do that." I argued.

"Like you said to me before, everyone reacts and deals with their trauma differently. While it was a really shitty way to react to it, he took that out on you.  I'm sure if it ever came down to it, he'd protect you in a heartbeat." He suggested, causing me to involuntarily scoff.

"Yeah, you'd think. But no. But I don't wanna think about that now. I've got somewhat of a relationship with him now and that's what I want to focus on. None of that shit from the past cause none of it is pleasant." I mumbled as I climbed up onto the bed after he had tied the hair tie.

"That's a great way to look at things." He agreed as he came and laid next to me.

"Tell me about your sister." I told him as I rested my head on my arm and bent my wrist so I could play with his hair.

"Really?" He asked confused, grabbing my other hand and holding it in his.

"Yeah, I wanna know how the big bad mafia boss is also such a softie. I know it has something to do with her." I answered as he rolled his eyes at me.

"Alright fine. She was..."

And that was how I fell asleep that night. With one hand in his hair and the other rested in his. Listening to him talk about his sister.