Model, millionaire, Karlie Cora had done everything she needed to do in order to get in the position she wanted to be in, one of the top models in the world. But she walks into the wrong alleyway and now, the most powerful Mafia man is protecting he...
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"Jaxon, what the fuck!" Karlie laughs, throwing her head back as her hands cover her mouth.
I smile slightly from the sound. It feels like forever since I've heard her laugh but it's only been a couple of days.
"What? The matching pajamas you bought came in the mail." I shrug, crossing my arms over my chest. I stand in front of her with a pair of hot pink sweatpants and a white t-shirt with a photo of Karlie's face on it. She thought it was so funny when she came across it one day.
"Where's mine?" She bites her lip to hide her smile as she tucks her hands under her thighs.
I throw her over my shoulder, loving the fire scorching my chest from her laughter. "It's upstairs, washed and ready for you." I tell her.
She hangs loosely off of my shoulder as her hands grab the back of my thighs. She hasn't been herself and it's understandable. I mean, she lost one of the only friend I know of, besides Journey.
I place her on the bed, letting her bounce lightly before grabbing the waist of her shorts and pulling them down.
They get to her ankles as my phone rings. Karlie laughs slightly as I sigh and jerk the shorts off of her ankles before pulling out my phone.
"What?" I snap, moving away from Karlie and lean on the dresser so I could watch her.
"John left." Logan gasps out.
I furrow my eyebrows as Karlie removes her shirt. I let my eyes drift, feeling the swell of my cock before clearing my throat and looking away.
"Left where?" I grit through my teeth.
"I don't know, Jaxon. He was on shift last night but some of the men said he just got up and left." He exclaims. I can almost see him throwing his hands up.
"Find him."
I slam my phone on the dressing, taking a deep breath as I feel her cold hands slide down my arm.
"What is it?" She whispers, moving her hand to my face, giving it a slight nudge to make my face face her.
"John's missing." I sigh, putting my hands on her back to push her closer to me.
"The guy who called me a bitch?" She asks, jerking her head back in confusion.
I roll my eyes but nod.
"Oh, well." She shrugs, leaning high on her toes to press her lips against mine. At first, I don't respond but then she lets her hand crawl beneath my shirt and I couldn't hold back anymore.
Forcefully, parting her lips with mine, I grab her ass with both of my hands. My body jitters, nearly vibrating from the low moan she lets out.
She pulls my bottoms lip in between her teeth, biting before tugging as she pulls away from me. Taking a few steps back, she puts her hands on her hips and spins, showing off her hot pink sweatpants and baggy shirt with the same photo on her chest and stomach.
"Fucking adorable." I state before tucking my phone back into my pocket.
Her bright, white teeth shine as she smiles. Grabbing my hand and pulling me out of our room. I couldn't help but smile slightly from her excited bouncing as she walks.
"Go pick out a movie." I tell her, tapping her ass before sitting down on the couch.
I watch as she looks for a specific movie on her mind before she pulls a case out and happily puts the disc into the box.
"I still don't understand why you won't use Netflix." She mumbles, sitting on my lap. I shake my head as I pull her closer to me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "You know, I care about you?"
She hums, pressing her forehead further into the crook of my neck. Karlie gets weirdly warm when she's sleepy.
We're still laying on the couch, except now, the tv is off and the lights are off, letting the living room be lit by the few candles Karlie lights every evening.
"I don't want you alone, not when John is out doing whatever he's doing." I mumble, rubbing my hand on her back.
"Okay." She whispers, leaving me slightly surprised because I thought she would put up a fight.
"Wait, what?"
It was to good to be true.
"It's a risk I'm not willing to take. I have a lot of people who want you to get to me and John is sketchy. I don't know what he's doing." I tell her, watching as her face scrunches up while she pushes my chest with her hands to lift herself slightly.
"Then why would you hire him?" She asks, making a face.
"Needed some people who could do errands." I give her a simple explanation. The people I hire know they're apart of the mafia, they just don't know about any insight I have.
"So why would I have to change my life again because of some psycho?" This time, she completely lifts herself off of me, making her stand in front of me with her arms crossed.
"Your life isn't going to change." I scoff, rolling my eyes so her dramatics.
She presses her lips together before shrugging and walking away. Although, she doesn't get far as I grab her wrist, making her stumble into my body.
"You'll still do whatever you need to do, Karlie. There's just going to be some extra people watching you. You won't even know they're here." I tell her, sternly.
She rolls her eyes and presses her forehead against my chest.
"You're an asshole." She mumbles, sliding her cold hands up my shirt for warmth.
"I'm just trying to keep you safe, my love." I tell her, pressing my mouth to her head.
"Still an asshole." She says, not moving from her spot. I don't mind nor do I push her to move away.
"I know." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sometimes, sitting in silence with Karlie is enough for me.
I told myself that I would protect her and I did that, but at what cost. Physically, she's fine. Mentally, is a whole different story. She covers it extremely well, too well if you ask me.
I want to help her. Dig until light is found with my bare hands but I need to be patient for her and I will be.
"Fix your face."
Always a peach.
I furrow my eyebrows as I look at her, waiting for a crazy explanation she likes to make up.
"OMG! Kourtney, I'm going to cry for you!" She cries out, rolling off the couch just to lay on the floor.
"Who's Kourtney?" I ask, scrunching my face in confusion.
She gasps before frantically looking for her phone then throwing herself on my lap, crossing her legs while ignoring my grunt from the impact.
She shoves the screen in my face, making me jerk my head back and squint my eyes to see the bright screen. She would be the type of person who keeps her screen brightness up.
"That's a bit dramatic. Don't you think?" I comment, tossing her phone to the side.
"That's like calling me dramatic." She scoffs, getting comfortable in my lap.
