𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬
DARK ROMANCE
"Fuck. You."
I watched as the brown in his eyes darkened and he clenched his jaw. He stared at me for what felt like minutes and before I knew it, he had my back pressed against the wa...
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10 years old.
My mouth watered at the delicious smell of steak. My mother always made good food. And even though my father could provide cooks, she liked to do it on her own. Besides, I loved my mom's cooking anyway.
I sat on the bar stool watching my mother run around the kitchen, her brown hair tied up in a bun on the top of her head almost ready to fall out from all the movement. Her hazel green eyes were bright and loving as she cooked.
Gio walked in with the phone to his ear, muttering things in Spanish too fast for me to understand. He took the seat next to me, shuffling around the hair on my head playfully. A loud laugh escaped me and I pushed him away. After a few minutes, he hung up with whoever he was on the phone with, setting it down on the counter.
"Mas te vale que no dejes embarazada a ninguna chica, Giovanni. Lo digo en serio, eres demasiado joven," my mother warned him as she washed some dishes. (You better not be getting any girls pregnant Giovanni. I'm serious, you're too young.)
"Lo se mamá," Gio answered her. (I know mom.)
My mother turned around and looked him dead in the eye, looking about ready to yell at him about something else but she looked over at me and her expression softened.
"Hablaremos más tarde," she said to Gio, looking back at him and returning to whatever she was doing. (We'll talk later.)
Gio scooted closer to me and I knew what he was about to do so I tried to get down from the chair and run, but he caught me and started tickling me everywhere. I laughed so much, my sides started to hurt. I didn't even realize that Andres and Carlos had walked into the kitchen until Andres started to help Gio torture me. By the time they got too tired and stopped, my hair was a mess and I felt like I couldn't breathe from my laugh attack.
I sat in my seat trying to regain air as I watched Andres bother my mom in the kitchen.
"Stop Andres, no vas a conseguir nada si no sales de mi cocina," my mom yelled at him. (You're not going to get anything if you don't get out of my kitchen.)
Andres laughed, walking away to lean against the bar by Gio with chips in his hands as Carlos took a seat next to me.
"We are the only men that could be in your life Elis," Gio said, putting his hand on my head while he scrolled through his phone.
"I know," I whispered.
"Promise?" Gio asked, looking at me now, and I nodded my head. The doorbell rang a second later, making me jump out of my chair and run towards the door, but Carlos caught me.
"You can't answer the door without one of us, you know this Elis," Carlos said and I had the urge to tell him it didn't matter but he didn't give me a chance and just walked to the front door with me.
