Relationship Status: Mafia

Chapter 26

Alice POV

Throughout the night I toss and turn, waking from my endless dream about Matsuo. It all begins with me on a yacht and he's...

Fuck.

What is wrong with me, get yourself together Alice. You're stronger than this-this God-awful and bizarre desire. I released a stale groan right as I rolled over, looking out of the window to the sky. The sun was just barely peeking from the horizon at the edge of the city. By now I've lost track of how many times I've witnessed the sunrise from this view. I find solace in looking through the window even though I'm here against my will.

For a while, I'm in this limbo between asleep and awake. Which caused me to feel as though I wasn't getting any rest. Eventually, I can feel my body become heavy and drift off for about an hour or so. Unfortunately, a harsh and rapid series of knocks that grew impatient woke me up when sleep had finally enveloped me. I can barely manage to open my eyes and getting out of the comfort of my bed was even more difficult. My eyes narrowed to slits as they still adjusted to the light and from the annoyance of my rude awakening. On the other side of the door is a not-so-happy Zhen dressed in his normal black suit and did not appear happy in the slightest. That makes two of us.

"Get dressed." He spoke curtly as always.

"What for?"

Much like Matsuo, Zhen didn't like to be questioned. Too bad for him, with the territory of being a cop I can't but question Zhen.

"Just get dressed, Toma wants to see you, and he doesn't like to be kept waiting." He crossed his arms irritated by my lack of urgency.

With a roll of my eyes, I turn away, walking to the closet, and stopped by the door looking back at Zhen.

"Am I going as his mistress?"

Zhen rolled his eyes. "Just wear something other than pajamas, I don't have all day, cop."

Then, he slammed the door giving me some privacy. I dramatically widen my eyes and release a puff of air in his direction to mock him. Between Matsuo and Zhen, I will end up in a padded room with grippy socks by the end of this arrangement.

When I walk out of the room dressed in casual clothes and sneakers, Zhen is impatiently waiting by the elevator doors, tapping his foot. In complete silence aside from the elevator music, we took the lift down and stopped at the second level of the lobby. From here I could see the entire lobby, all the way from the front door to the reception desk.

As Zhen and I stepped out of the elevator we walked over to Matsuo, who stood by the railing and gazed down at the dragon statue. He was dressed in his normal business wear with his hands clasped behind his back. I hate the way he always looked serious and void of any emotion sometimes. He radiated dominance all the time, so rigid and yet Matsuo can bounce back and forth like an acrobat between emotions. I realize that more and more ever since yesterday.

Zhen spoke in japanese to Matsuo, who had his back to me, then I'm left alone with Matsuo. For a split second I wished Zhen would stay eventhough he hates my guts. He'd make it easier to be around Matsuo.

Matsuo looked over his shoulder towards me without saying a word. Are eyes lock for the briefest of moments before I turn away first to looking at just about anything else. I remain wary of him as I stepped closer not sure if he was going to throw me over the railing.