The Mafia's Dog Turned Pretty

Jealous 'maybe'

"You know, you shouldn't have sent her out on the street that way. Cookie knows too much about you." Antonio speaks inputting his code on the door pad.

"Just open it already." Dante groaned.

"And.. it's open." Antonio grins pushing the door wide.

"Cookie!" Dante called walking past Antonio in a breeze.

"Master!!" Cookie yelled standing up from the couch in one go, peeling her eyes away from the TV.

Dante's brain didn't register his next action, or think throughly... he just knew that one minute he was shouting *Cookie* and the next his arms are been wrapped around Cookie's slender body.

"Fuck! I thought I wouldn't see you again." He groaned burying his head in her hair, drawing in her scent.

Cookie blushed her cheeks redder than a tomato could ever be. The butterflies in her stomach danced for joy, her owner.. her master.. he came for her.

Antonio watched the scene in front of him in awe, if he didn't know the reason why Dante was so eager to find Cookie, he would have mistaken them for lovers.

Antonio cleared his throat loudly, making Dante push Cookie away from him once his brain registered the activity he was displaying.

"Ouch." Cookie yelped on falling down, luckily for her the couch was there to catch her.

"Sorry." Dante apologize his eyes fixated on the ceiling.

"Wow.. that was, quite..."

"Shut up Antonio." Dante glared at Antonio taking a seat on the couch.

"Sorry." Antonio raised his hands In surrender walking over to the couch.

"Are you here to take me back home?" Cookie chips in staring at Dante in a concentrated manner.

"Yes. Of course I am." Dante simply replied.

"Really." Cookie claps her hands in excitement jumping up for joy.

"Wow.. I'm jealous. You weren't that happy when I took you to my house." Antonio said feigning sadness.

"Sorry.." Cookie stares down at her toes pouting.

"You don't have to apologize munchkin, I was only joking." Antonio chuckled ruffling Cookie's hair a little bit.

Dante stared at the show of affection between the both them, he couldn't pinpoint why... but for some reason he saw red.

"We are leaving." Dante said standing up abruptly, feeling irritated.

His best friend touching his dog turned woman was one thing, but did his dog turned woman really had to blush at his touch? She calls him *Her Owner* but does she really acknowledge him in that title.

"You just arrived." Antonio eyes him, feeling confused.

"Yeah, I know. But I just.. have this.. uhm.. thing." Dante scratched the back of his head searching for an excused.

"What thing? I think I definitely know all your thing." Antonio states narrowing his eyes on Dante.

"Well you don't know this one." Dante mumbles feeling caught already.

"And why?.." Antonio drawled.

Dante opens his mouth to answer, but he had no words.

"Do you know what forget the why, but answer this. What is the thing?"

"I have to take Cookie shopping!" Dante yelled immediately.

"Oh... well I already did that." Antonio replied showing off his thirty two dentures.

"What? When? How?" Dante utters confused, another feeling... a feeling of rage.. maybe, cooking at the pit of his stomach.

"I'm sure you heard me clearly. I took her shopping the moment I found her on the street, and for how... well I think you know how shopping is done."

"Do you?" Cookie asked staring at Dante, walking into the sitting room with shopping bags in hands. Dante was too focused on Antonio he didn't even see Cookie leave the room.

"Do i what?"

"Do you know how to shop?"

"Of course I know how to shop."

"How come you never took me shopping, and Antonio took me shopping the minute I came to his house." Cookie pouts.

"Well... uhm.."

"Forget it! You are bad owner!" She yelled at him heading towards the door with the shopping bags in hand.

*Bad owner* That word left a black hole in his heart.

"And where are you going?" He asked.

"To the car. I thought you said we are leaving." Cookie replied already making her way out of the door.

Dante sighs and follows after her.

"I think it would be weird if he sleeps with a woman that was once his dog" Antonio thinks out loud, staring at the door his best friend and his friend former dog walked through.

He shakes his head, shrugging his shoulders then goes on to sits on his couch.

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"Do you want to go shopping?" Dante asked staring at Cookie intensely, eyeing the shopping bags she kept at the back seat of the car, through the rearview mirror.

"Uhm, I did love shopping but I think the ones Oldie, got for me, are enough." Cookie replied back absentmindedly staring out the car windows, her hair flowing in the direction of the wind.

"Oldie?"

"It's a nickname for Antonio. He calls me munchkin, and I thought it would be much appropriate if I gave him one too." She answered.

*So that was why he called her munchkin. Well those nicknames are the dumbest of all, I have ever heard.* Antonio thinks his grip on the steering wheel tightening.

"Okay.. so is there anything you would love to do?" He throws in.

"Nope." She answered simply.

He released a ragged breathe cussing Antonio under his breathe, then increased the speed in which he was driving.

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"Where are you going?" Dante asked Cookie as she passed his room.

"To my room." She answered, and in no time she was in the room shutting the door behind her a little bit loud.

Dante scoffed staring at the door Cookie just shut close, he remembered clearly she refused to acknowledge the room as hers, but now all of a sudden it's hers.

He glared at the door for a few seconds then went to the sitting room, to watch TV.

**

Cookie sobs  silently as she lays on the bed, wondering how long she would have to keep on being distant from her owner.

She remembered Antonio words clearly.. *If you don't want him chasing you out again, then do not pester him in anyway. Keep a safe distance away from him.*

She didn't know keeping a safe distance would be so hard, but she had rather keep a distance than get her master angry. She doesn't want him throwing her out again.