Mafia Queen

Chapter sixteen

She's the devil's favorite, even if he won't admit it to himself.

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Eleanora's Pov

I woke up in the warm comfort of my bed. Light was shining though the curtains, causing the room to light up.

How the fuck did I reach here? When did I even fall asleep?

Shrugging my thoughts off, I headed to the bathroom to freshen up, coming out minutes later.

Opening my door, the hallway was quiet. I thought nothing of it, as I made it done the stairs.

I heard no sounds. Not the sound of Wyatt flirting with Kesha or Tiffany complaining about every little detail gone wrong. Not even the sound of the girls discussing how they were planning on going to the mall for this 5th time this week.

Okay, that's odd. Where is everyone?

I entered the kitchen and a familiar grey eyed man was sitting at the counter going through his phone and sipping on his black coffee. Correction, a very hot and shirtless familiar grey eyed man drinking coffee.

Black like his heart.

He seemed to hear me enter, as he looked up and nodded before going back to his phone.

Okayyy...

"Good morning to you too sunshine." I greeted, sarcastically. He rolled his beautiful eyes.

"Good afternoon, princess." He replied.

Afternoon?

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion and I averted my eyes to the time shown on the microwave.

1:48.

Well shit.

In my defense, it was a much needed sleep.

I ignored his comment, pouring myself my own mug of coffee. I felt his eyes on me but I paid no attention to him.

I'd be concerned if he didn't stare.

"Where's everyone?" I questioned, taking a seat on the opposite side if the counter, sipping on my coffee.

"Wyatt broke Kesha's favourite pair of heels, so she dragged him to buy another one and the girls didn't pass up the opportunity of a sponsored mall trip. They're probably buying the mall out as we speak." Leonardo explained and we both chuckled.

Definitely sounds like them.

I looked over Leonardo's shoulder, examined the glistening pool water in the back. The water looked amazing. So amazing it felt like it was practically calling my name. Who am I to turn down such an offer.

I skipped upstairs, very aware of Leonardo's confused gaze on me. I opened my closet and rampanged through my clothes.

I was sure I packed a bathing suit.