*Previously named Sinner's*
They're both Sinner's.
So horrible, yet so perfect for each other.
So horribly perfect.
Mara De La Riva.
Daughter to the capo of the Spanish Mafia. A cold-hearted killing machine raised to perfection.
Her purpose in life...
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"Psst, dickface. Get off me you log. You weigh a fuckin' ton." I hissed at Leo.
I had awoken to Leo's large frame splayed across my body. His head was nestled in between the valley of my breasts while his right arm had been draped lazily over my side, securing me safely under his strong frame.
Over the last few days I had noticed his body unconsciously shuffling closer to mine while he was asleep.
I think, up until now I had feared getting close to him in fear of rejection, so I distanced myself, but yet never strayed too far from him.
Every time I look at him I allow myself to acknowledge that small morsel of hope that flutters in my chest whenever I think about him returning his feelings.
I know he feels something for me, however small it may be but I refuse to loose that.
I huffed and tried to stick my finger in his eye but he awoke and stared straight up at me, his tired eyes narrowing at me suspiciously.
I grinned innocently.
"Good morning fuck knuckle."
He mumbled profanities under his breath and placed his head back down where it was, seemingly unaffected and rather happy that he had woken up where he had.
I thought I heard him grumble so I moved his hair out of his face so I could look at him.
"What did you say?"
"I'm pretty busy today, I have to travel out to one of the warehouses to check upon some shipments going to France."
He had been quiet busy over the last month with work so I hadn't be able to see him as much as much as I normally would've and with the Russians on our case as of lately, he's been occupied.
"I would come with you but I'm too lazy."
He laughed quietly. "I had guessed you were going to say that."
After Leo had finally decided he was going to get work done, he rolled out of bed, put on his usual attire, which was a suit and gave me a forehead kiss before telling me he would see me later.
I eventually got out of my bed with much reluctance because the rumbling of my stomach forced me to.
I brushed my hair which was well due a wash and wrapped it into a bun on top of my head.
