Forbidden (#1)✔️

thirty-six

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

YAYY thank you for all the love and support guys!! It means a lot!!

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-SEXY SHMEXY ITALIAN IN HERE-

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I am abruptly woken up by my phone blaring down my ear.

"Mmmm, turn it off!" Moonie groans slapping my stomach as if it's that, that's ringing.

"On it baby." I mutter leaning away from her warm body to answer the fucker calling.

This is twice now somebody has interrupted Blaire's sleeping time and it is seriously getting on my last nerve.

I look at the caller ID and instantly switch my brain on, it's Andreas. He never calls unless there is a problem with work.

He and Matteo have been out overnight catching a drug supply for me. Matteo saw himself fit enough to do this job, so I let him because it was partly my reason to why he got shot.

Fuckin Gio.

"Andreas? Cos'è?" I say into the phone, I can see Blaire sit up in the corner of my eyes, listening to my harsh tone. She can sense something is wrong, my baby knows me well.

^-Andreas what is it-^

"Mi dispiace capo, ma sembra esserci un problema..." Andreas shouts loudly through the phone. Explosions and gunshots are being fired in the background. Yeh something is definitely wrong.

^-Sorry boss, but there seems to be an issue...-^

"Sì, posso vedere che Andreas! Cos'è?" I yell becoming impatient. I stand up and slip a hoodie on, I struggle getting it on because of my arm and Blaire comes around to help me.

^-Yes I can see that Andreas! What is it?-^

I ask Blaire to help me get into a pair of cargos and she just does as she is told. Also getting changed herself. She is seriously stupid if she thinks she is coming with me. 

Still holding the phone to my ear, the line starts to cut off.

"Andreas?!" I yell flicking the phone from one ear to the other. My arm is going dead. Blaire rushes into the bathroom and 5 seconds later she comes back with her gorgeous long hair tied back in a ponytail. It is messily done but the strands that fall define her face and she looks even more beautiful.

My cock starts to grow and I moan at the thought. Literally the wrong time cock!

The line suddenly ends and I start rushing around the room in search for keys, shoes, money, guns. Blaire helps me but also refuses to touch the guns when I ask her to pass me one.

"What's the matter?" I say urgently re-loading my silent pistol.

"I have a fear of guns." She mumbles thinking I wouldn't hear her, but I did.

Since when? and why hasn't she told me before.

"That's okay baby, you're not coming with me anyway." I say shoving blades into my pockets.

"The hell I'm not!" She shouts growing frustrated with me. She comes and stands infront of me, all my guns laid out on the bed. She stares at them all.

"Blaire, you are not coming with me. I don't know what the fuck is happening out there so I need to go, alone, and inspect it." I say still finding any weapon I can and hiding it in my body.