Mafia's Art [COMPLETED]

11: Mine

Charlene's POV

I wake up and A; I feel kinda stiff, B; this feels like a really nice bed.

Bed. Bed. Bed.... BED!!BED??

Who's bed am I sleeping in, it smells kinda nice. Is this silk? Fancy.

Anyway, I open my eyes to find myself in a very unfamiliar room. Feeling very tired and suddenly very dehydrated, I hop off the bed to maybe look for the bathroom so I can drink water in the sink. Just as soon as I stood, I can't feel my legs and fall right on the floor, hard.

Oww.

I hear some rushed footsteps coming towards me so I look up only to see.... Santino. I remember now, I remember everything. I can't believe we did it on the first official meet. Oh, I'm so embarassed, but why does it feel so good knowing that it actually happened. That I don't know.

He comes over and picks me up in his muscular hands and puts me on the bed. Now that I take a proper look, this man is fine. Those green eyes and sharp face. His big veiny hands and.. and he's not wearing a shirt. Oh jeez let me look away. I hear a deep chuckle erupt from his lips and his chest moves a bit.

"It's ok bellissima, you can look."

Oh I think I'm wet, because that sexy, sexy Italian accent. I actually just realised I'm in his button up from yesterday. That alone brings a blush to my cheeks and I smile a bit.

"Um-" I start to speak " how did I get here?"

" I carried you. After what happened you kind of tired out I guess and so I put you in my shirt and brought you up to my room. You slept like a baby bellissima."

Santino said coming up to kiss my cheek. I blushed more, does this man just not know when to stop, good thing I'm black or else I'd look like a tomato right now. Also since when was I the shy type.

"Uhm okay. Thanks, I should go now." I say, trying to stand up and failing miserably. I probably looked like a clown right now.

"No, you can not go prinsipessa. Your mine, this is mine. All of you is mine."

He says eyeing my body up and down. Speaking in a very low voice. Uhm okay?

"Plus," he added "you haven't even had breakfast yet and I made it myself. You don't wanna hurt the mafia king's feelings do you?"

Shit, he's got me. I mean yeah I don't wanna hurt his feelings, but also I love food so much. So what does your girl do? ... I sit the fuck down as he hands me a tray of some fresh cinnamon toast and chocolate syrup, with bacon, avocado, a bowl of moosley on the side and two glasses of orange juice. Now this is what I call breakfast, but why's it so much.

"We're gonna eat together princess," he chuckles " don't look so terrified of the food."

I smile as we eat, talk and laugh it out. It was nice, I enjoyed every moment of it. 

"Your eyes princess, they're beautiful."

Oh yeah those, I forgot about those.

"Thank you." I answer. It was weird growing up with these sort of eyes. One a grayish blue and one a shiny goldish brown. I got used to them though and I didn't get bullied much. As a girl raised by a black mama, if you said something about my eyes she would woop your ass. Thank you mom. I got comfortable with them and now I can't imagine life without these eyes. One of the main reasons why I got all those modeling jobs.

Pulling out of my thoughts I look up at Santino to find him already staring at me. He brings himself in and closer to my face. Until we're a centimeter appart and he kisses me softly, as if I'll break. I climb on his laps as he sits up and gropes my ass in his hands, very harsh might I add.

I groan and we both pull away as he looks at my eyes. He gives my ass one more squeeze and says;"so big."

I blush at that comment.