Worshiping Her

chapter fifteenꨄ

-Because of the love this story has been getting
           
           Francesca Romero

The sexual frustration I have built up is crazy. Normally I would just go to the bar and find someone to hook up with. But that isn't enough, I only crave him. That's not a good thing. Nicolai. It's something about his innocence that makes me wanna feel more of him. I hate myself for thinking like that. I mean is he even ready for sex? God knows he's good at the other stuff. But sex? I don't know. That's what makes me more attracted to him. Do you know when you fantasize about someone at night to help you go to sleep? He's the one that I think about. And he's been acting so caring to me ever since I got shot at which isn't new for him but now it feels different.

"Why are you playing with the food? You don't like it huh?"

"Athelia you do know that that you don't have to bake me something every day." I took a bite of the cheesecake Athelia made.

"I know but I feel bad for just sitting here all day and doing nothing. I've been trying to get a job to help you out with the bills but working in a cheap dinner in Monroe doesn't count for nothing in New York." She face palms her forehead. "This isn't how my life is supposed to be going."

"If it makes you feel better, I don't even pay any bills." I shrugged and kept eating. She gave me a death stare and started washing the dishes. "Ok ok, you like cooking right? What if I ask my Abuela if there are any open positions at her restaurant?"

Ugh, my Abuela. Truly the most iconic woman I've ever met. The Spanish Mafia would not be shit without her. My Abuela was only 19 when she married my dad when she was 19. This is crazy cause I don't think I plan on getting married at all let alone now at 19. Anyways, my grandpa started in Spain using her restaurant to hide his drug money. She made all the connections, managed inventory things like that. The mafia was built from that.

Once our mafia got power that's when my grandpa decided to move my dad to run things in America when he turned 21. Abuela couldn't stand to see her son go so she game with him and built that same restaurant. Long story short my papa wouldn't be the most feared man in New York without her.

Look at me being a historian and shit anyways,

"Are you sure? You've already done enough-,"  I stopped her.

"Athelia it's fine. Plus we needed somewhere to go for dinner with Nico and Mal anyways." I shrug. Athelia's mouth drops "You didn't tell me Malory was coming?" She folds her arms.

"Malory is coming." I get up from the table and throw my plate in the sink. "Is that a problem?" I turn from the sink and look at her.

"No-No. I thought she was only gonna be staying for a couple of weeks." Athelia starts pacing back in forth. "I look like shit, I thought it was just gonna be you and Nico." She started fixing her hair.

Weird as fuck.

"As much as I wanna ask. We had to be there like an hour ago."

                                ☽
                    Nicolai Chio

"I'm starving man where is Francesca." Mal laid back in the booth and started rubbing her stomach.