FOREVER YOURS

Chapter 29

Elijah's pov
-------------------------
Thirteen years ago:

I don't want to be here.

I don't even know why I'm here in the first place. My father only told me that he had to discuss business with the Don of the Spanish mafia.

I'm going to be the the future Don of the Italian mafia but my father doesn't involve me with anything that concerns the mafia at all. So I don't see the point of me coming with him here if I'm only going to stay in the stupid living room the whole time.

I sigh as I sit on the couch, also taking advantage of closing my eyes for a few minutes. I didn't get much sleep last night so I might aswell just use this time to rest my eyes for a bit.

My rest is shortly lived as the sound of someone entering the room causes me to immediately open my eyes.

A short girl with long black hair, skips into the room while holding a small packet in her hands. She spots me in the room and instantly smiles, her big green eyes catching my attention.

She takes a seat next me and I notice the packet in her hands were sweets. Gummy bears, to be precise.

Disgusting.

"Hey." Her sweet soft voice fills the room.

I stay silent

"What's your name? "She asks.

Quiet.

"Come on, don't be like that. What's your name?"

I close my eyes before sighing. "Elijah." I answer shortly.

She nods while plopping another gummy bear into her mouth. "My name's Angela, by the way."

"I didnt ask" I grunt.

"Well now you know," she says while still chewing. "Elijah."

My heart stupidly skips a beat at the way she says my name. But I push that feeling down and glare at her.

"Leave me alone." I say quite rudely but she continues to smile at me.

She holds out het palm with the sweets towards me and I lean back, twisting my face in disgust. "How can you eat those? They taste awful."

She pulls her sweets away before clutching them to her chest. She looks at me like I've just hurt her puppy or something. "My gummybears does not taste awful." She says before squinting her eyes at me. "You have awful taste, thank you very much."

I almost chuckle at the way she acts.

Almost.

About an hour passes with her mindlessly talking and telling me bunch of stuff I'm not entirely interested in.

But I somehow find myself enjoying her company?

"So. . . what do you for fun?" She asks randomly.

I raise an eyebrow at her. "Fun?"

Her eyes widens before looking at me as if I'm crazy. "You don't have fun?!" She asks in horror.

I stare at her blankly.

She starts shaking her head. "That just won't do." She states. "I have a bunch of fun games we can play, if you want." She offers with big doe eyes.

"What games?" I ask hesitantly.

She squeals with delight and claps her hands. "We can play in the garden. And play hide and seek. Or maybe in the treehouse in the backyard. And I have enough toys for the both of us,so you don't need to worry." She rambles.