Going After Heaven (Mafia Romance)

Chapter Twenty Five

Day 3 of project LID.

I scribble in my journal and close it angrily, making sure the sound calls attention to my snarky mood.

I dip the journal in my white clutch and look at the road ahead as Drago drives us—Gabriele sitting by his side and me at the back— to the Steel Gate office building.

They kissed.

They fucking kissed. One minute he had his tongue in her mouth and the next he had the tongue inside my pussy.

Of course, he would kiss her. I mean why not? They're both single and can have whatever sexual relationship they are interested in. I'm out of place with my anger but it doesn't stop me from boiling to the point of spilling over.

I tear my eyes painfully away from his sooty curls packed in a stiff pony and look out the window to the mocking sun with its radiance that in no way represents my mood.

The traffic is a little loose this morning. On the other side of the road, a mariachi band is strolling the streets in black and gold costumes, with the sun mocking me from behind white clouds, while people fill the street-walks, in different vibrant colors, with fast movements and an about-my-business pace.

A child scuttles behind her pregnant mother in a peach wrap gown with toys she is repeatedly bending to pick up as they keep slipping out of her tiny fingers.

I always shared my toys with Helena when we were kids. Everything I had and have she can access freely. Everything she owns I can access freely too. But we have a silent sister's pact not to have the same man. Especially with the awareness that the man has already been involved in anyway with the other. If Gabriele sleeps with Helena, I'll burn to chaff for reasons I am yet to clarify.

This strong urge to claim him and keep him like a precious stone that is not meant for the public eye is overwhelming.

I am married. This shouldn't be me. I shouldn't be the one wanting to possess someone in this manner but with every minute I spend around him, sniffing his scent and feeling his lofty body tower around me, I cannot help it.

After last night I cannot help myself. The guilt comes in but it stands no chance when the need and desire take over.

I cannot help myself.

Right now I feel embarrassed for myself and I am acting like some robot induced with jealousy steroids.

I cannot fight this curse off. He is my curse and with every single minute, he is manifesting. He has befallen me and he is gradually ruining me.

Drago pulls into the office building and parks my BMW amidst the cars of other executives. I am a bit late today so some executive cars are already parked before mine.

"I've got it," Gabriele says to Drago and walks out to open the door for me.

Pretentious fucker, playing two sisters.

I scoff and fight the urge to press my four inches white strap heels into his dress shoes as I step out of the car. I huff at him and walk past him to inside the office building.

I'm too pissed so I skip the usual unnecessary salutations from busy staff as I walk into the elevator, with the fucker trailing behind me.

He walks in and the elevator closes.

"Are you okay?" Of course, he would ask. Bloody asshole.

I keep my eyes on the steel box and bid my time till it takes me to my office and away from the fucker.

"Heaven are you..."

"Acero Gabriele!" I growl, turning to face him by my side.

I hate that I have to tilt my head to meet his eyes.

"Acero, not Heaven" I pout and he raises his pierced eyebrow.

He moves away and presses the stop button of the elevator. Then back to me. His bare hands move to cup my face. I want to move away but his touch melts me into the ground.

"What is it?" He dips his head so I can catch a whiff of his mint breath.

I shake my head.

"You can talk or I will keep stopping this elevator after every three minutes" damn him and his resilience.

"Why didn't you tell me that you kissed Helena?"'I spit the bitterness of the words out.

He doesn't give any reactions. More like he knew I would know.

"I did not kiss her" of course he would lie to my face.

I push his hands away but he holds my face and gaze, so I look into those balls and let them burn his next words into my brain.

"I did not, I drove her home, I didn't see it coming when she kissed me, but I pulled away, I have no interest in your sister"

"But you accepted her date proposal" I smack my lips.

"Because of you, she is your sister, and how the fuck am I to know the body language women give when they want a man? I'm a killer and the body language I study is not in line with that" he talks calmly, he always does. Like there's no need to rush his words.

"So how do you know mine?" He is saying trash.

"Because somehow we speak the same language Heaven, and know this, I will never disrespect you like that, never" it is not a question but I nod in response.

He moves away from me and presses the button to resume the gliding of the elevator.

"You can fuck her if you want, I mean you are both single" I mumble, all the while tearing apart inside.

"Good," he says and I tear some more, "good thing you say if I want to, because I don't want to fuck her, it is you I want to fuck" he turns to me and I hitch a breath. "Just you Heaven, so wipe that spoiled brat look off your face and at least respond to your staff" I pout.

"I don't have a look" I fight a small smile nipping to break out.

"You don't say" he scoffs and the smile wins. "More like it, Acero," he says the last part like a tease.

"You are a horrible man" I chuckle, still smiling.

"It's a charm," he says and I look at him to hold his gaze, in time to see him wink before the elevator opens.

The one person I don't want to see as of this morning meet my eyes.

"There they are, my two favorite people" Helena shrieks, standing by the elevator with a smile that matches the sun.

I feel mocked by everything around me.

"Helena" I force a smile and step out. Gabriele steps out and walks to the reception.

"Ready to teach your little sister how to keep a man?" She giggles and throws her hand over my shoulder.

No. "It will be my pleasure" I grit. And my death.