𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝

23

valentina

I'm going to cry.

This morning, I walked downstairs and opened the cupboard, to find no Lotus Biscoff spread left in the jar.

And I just knew instantly who the culprit was.

"Matteo Luca Marchetti!" I scream at the top of my lungs and seconds latter he comes walking into the room, with an innocent look on his face. I try my best not to let his shirtless chest, grey jogger and silver chain combo distract me but he just looks to fuckable, I have to stay focused though.

He ate the last of the jar, he might as well have shot me.

"Yes, my love." Matteo shoots me one of his pretty boy smiles and I roll my eyes. That's not gonna get him out of this one.

"Did you eat the last of the Biscoff?" I narrow my eyes at him and he visibly gulps, scratching the back of his neck.

"No." He doesn't hold eye contact. He's looking at the fucking floor. He's lying.

"I'm gonna ask again Luca." Three long seconds of silence go by and I feel myself getting angrier and angrier.

"Okay wow. If you're going to betray me at least own up to it." I scoff and throw the jar into the trash.

Feeling his body behind mine, I tense when his big hands grip my hips and his soft lips trail kisses along my neck. I lean away, allowing him to have more space and boy do he use it.

Wait. I'm supposed to be mad at him.

Just as I'm about to pull away from him, he moves his mouth to my ear.

"I'll buy you all the damn Biscoff you want Vee. I'm sorry." I turn around slowly, he relaxes his hold allowing me to move easily but never dropping his hands and I glare up at him.

Lifting my pinky I watch as he lifts his. "Promise?"

"Promise." He repeats, joining our fingers and kissing my forehead, I roll my eyes.

I'm still upset.

Matteo ruffles my hair and I punch him in the arm, hard.

He jerks back, rubbing his arm like an injured puppy and I send him a deadpan look.

"You're fine."

"You don't know how I feel."

-

Sometimes people come into your life for a reason, wether it's to teach you a lesson or to remind you of something, they're always temporary figures. I've thought about it quite a lot these past few days and for the life of me, I cannot figure out how the fuck he came into my life or even why. And the thought of him being temporary, that creates a feeling in my stomach that I'm choosing to ignore.

There's no logical reason why we 'get along' so well (I'm using that term loosely since he makes me want to jump off of a bridge half of the time). I mean, he's a super rich mafia leader who kidnapped me and I'm a used-to-be-homeless orphan who came from fuck all.

The only thing we have in common is brownies and Brooklyn 99.

For a criminal he loves cop shows. Ironic.

At least we don't look similar. He has brown hair, I have black. He has green eyes and I have brown or purple ones as he seems to think. He's a fucking giant and I'm normal sized. I could go on and on but I really can't be bothered.

I'm also an ex-addict, or recovering addict. I highly doubt he's ever been addicted to shit, he's the type of man that's always had his life together and always will- I on the other hand am the total opposite. I choose to go with the flow, if life throws a curveball I let it smack me in the head and move on with it, I've stopped trying to dodge them, cause they always seem to find me in the end. Like those red shells in Mario Kart.

Luca says that I think too much. He says that I get stuck in my head easily, I punched him in the arm for saying that and he ignored me for a whole five minutes.

I hate to admit it, but the little bitch is right for once. I've been staring off into space for the last ten minutes and he's just left me here to go make us food.

We're having tacos.

"Vee?" Matteo calls, walking into the room.

"What?" I mumble, still annoyed about his recent betrayal.

"I need to go to the store for a couple things, wanna come with? I'll buy you more Biscoff."

"Fine." Grabbing my shoes I lace them up before following him out to the car, purposely walking far behind him.

He unlocks my favourite red car and we get in. The drive to the store is filled with all of my favourite songs and I know it's his way of buttering me up.

"I hate you." I remind him as we get out of the car and he hums, wrapping an arm around my shoulder.

"No you don't."

"Fine, I just dislike you very much right now."

"I'll make it up to you amore." He scrunches his nose at me and I sigh, doing the same in return and he chuckles, kissing the top of my nose.

We walk around the store, grabbing at least ten jars of Biscoff and some ingredients for dinner tonight.

It's weird to see him doing something so ordinary. No matter how you know him, as a super rich guy or one of the most dangerous people alive, it's still weird.

I look over at him, he's stood in front of the candy isle, staring at all of the different types and I stifle a laugh.

Definitely weird.

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short chapter :)

unedited

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