My Favorite Sin (Republished)

Chapter 4

~ L E I L A ~

My heart feels like it's running in the goddamn olympics as my pulse spikes.

I panic and my fight or flight kicks in. I guess I'm a flyer because I quickly grabbed my bag and excused myself.

I basically sprinted out of the restaurant while a million questions were filling my head.

Why is he here?
Was that some sort of set up?
Does Mila know him?
WHY THE HELL IS HE HERE?

I don't have time to think. I just call an Uber because we took Mila's car here.

The Uber ride felt like 100 decades passed and all the questions and emotions are overwhelming me.

I run up to my apartment, get in and lock the door as if I'm being chased. I kick off my heels and start pacing my kitchen.

I was so deep in thought I didn't even notice the door being opened but when I finally heard it I grabbed the blade from my bra and kept it at my side, ready to stab the hell out of one unlucky son of a bitch.

I start walking towards the door but as soon as I see his piercing green eyes I freeze.

It's really him, holy shit. The realization and awareness hits me in my chest, knocking the air straight out of it. He's actually back, he's here.

The second thing I become aware of is that he just broke into my house.

"Get the hell out" I bark out in a tone I don't even recognize myself speaking in.

"That's no way to speak to an older friend Piccolo Fuoco" (little fire) he says in a calm tone but his accent bleeds through his words.

"Emphasizes on the old. Get out of my apartment on your own or I swear I'll send your ass back out in an ambulance" I say mimicking his calm tone and raising my blade.

He laughs, fucking laughs. And i hate to admit that it was the sexiest sound I've ever heard but it made my blood boil, sending fire into my veins.

"Piccola non mi avresti fatto del male." (baby you wouldn't hurt me) he says with a fake pout.

"Farei molto di più, poi ti farei del male, stronzo" (I'd do a lot more then just hurt you asshole) I smile innocently when I see him clench his jaw.

My smile drops as soon as he starts taking large steps over to me.

I don't move and he closes almost all the space in between us and looks down.

"You learned Italian?" he whispers, his breath fanning my face.

I feel like a bolt of electricity shoot threw my body, sparking my body to life, God he become so fucking attractive, but he's a dick.

I took a second to study his appearance from up close. Don't get me wrong he's always been attractive but he's definitely changed quite a bit over the past 3 years.

He's still got those mesmerizing green eyes but they look a little darker, more morbid in a way. His dark black wavy hair is a little more curled and longer. He's also gotten taller, he's probably a foot taller than me now and he's more built.

A lot more muscular then he was when he was 19 and I can see a few new tattoos on his arms, neck, and hands— I wonder what's changed under his clothing.

Whore. You're supposed to be mad at him, I mentally remind myself.

"Get. Out." I demand, lifting up the blade to his neck and hardening my face.