Mafia's Art [COMPLETED]

13: He

Reaching home, she hops on her bed that she misses oh-so much and texts Angelo.

Appart from Charlene modeling for Angelo, they were kind of friends. She takes out her phone to update Angelo on the previous events with the mafia man.

Angelo could not believe the news at all, overreaction does not begin to explain his reaction. After ending the phone call, Charlene takes some time to reflect on what happened.

Shit, did she really have sex with a whole dangerous mafia leader!? She thought of how reckless she was, how easy and weak she was for him. So easy that she just gave herself to him completely and willingly. She is officially crazy, she doesn't regret though. That was the best sex she ever had, but she was still in conflict with her thoughts.

Was that all it was, sex? Or was there more. She loves how Santino makes her feel, because she loves the thrill of danger. Even if she tries to dismiss her thoughts of the mafia man because she knows how dangerous things could get, she can't help it. They finally met, he painted her, and dang they even had some great sex. Honestly she left because she was scared, this might be what she wants, but is it what Santino wants. She knows she could've stayed longer, but she left. Not because she doesn't want him, but because she doesn't know if he wants her.

Right in the middle of her thoughts there's a light knock on her door. She stands up and opens the door to find Santino, Mateo and five other guards behind.

"Hi." She says, her voice a little bit above a whisper.

"Hi." Santino replies, his thick voice also very low. "You can't just leave you know!?" He says, chuckling a bit.

He had been thinking about her since the moment he exited his bedroom to leave. This continued throughout all his meetings and all the times in between. His donna, his mafia queen. He thought about her beautiful voice, beautiful mismatched eyes, beautiful hair, beautiful dark skin and her very beautiful, very sexy body. He thought of what they had done the previous day, the sex, and her moans. He could never be tired of her, the mafia man could not get tired of her.

Charlene looks down at her feet like a little child. "I didn't know if you would still want to see me at your house when you return." She innocently answers.

Santino seemed a tiny bit hurt by her words, but quickly covered it up by his serious dominant facial expression. He turns around and faces Mateo and the other guards.

"You guys stay outside, si!?" He instructed.

Santino turns back around to face her. He gets in her apartment uninvited and shuts the door behind him, locking it in the process. He looks at her for a few seconds, complete silence. He walks past her to the kitchen, and takes off his blazer and the two guns strapped around his upper body, tossing them recklessly on the kitchen floor. He takes off his tie, takes down the first three buttons of his shirt and rolls the sleeves up slightly above his elbows.

In the process of all his actions, Charlene is scared but still takes her time to be quiet and admire him. Following him around like a little scaredy cat.

He takes out another gun from his back, one that she did not even realise was there until now, putting it carefully on the counter. The modern, white minimalistic appartment was still quiet. The only sounds were of Santino taking off the items and putting them on the counter. That and the sounds of her heavy breathing.

Santino turns to one of the high kitchen cabinets, takes out a glass, heads towards the sink and pours himself some tap water. Turning back around after. He eyes her up and down like a hungry wolf marking it's prey, while drinking the glass of water. When he finishes, he licks his lips slowly and takes slow, dangerous steps towards his queen.

By the time he reaches her, he puts his hands on her hips and lifts her onto the kitchen counter. He comes to stand between her legs, grips her thick thighs and puts his head on her shoulder, taking a deep breath.

"Don't be crazy prinsipessa." Santino says lowly. "I always wanna see you when I get home. I looked towards seeing those pretty eyes when I get home the whole day."

"I hated that you had left by the time I got home. You're mine... so come back, please." He says. His head is still on her shoulder and his voice low in a pleading manner.

Charlene puts her hands on his cheeks and lifts his head up. Gazing at him with her mesmerizing eyes, eyes that were now filling up with salty water. She kisses his forehead.

"Okay, okay I'll come back."