The mafia's bride (On Hold)

Chapter nineteen: Four kings revealed

Something is totally fishy about the way Jonah's acting right now, I can just feel it in my gut. After we make up, he drags me across the room towards the refreshment stand and offers to pour me a thick glass of grape juice before eyeing the crowd. I cock a brow and proceed to stand next to him to follow his gaze but he shifts my direction and blocks my path. The hell? Ok, now this is just plain annoying. I reach out to claim his shirt and drift off the ground, arching on his shoulders. He catches sight of me and sneaks a kiss off my lips before I fall back, pressing a hand to my lips.

"Cheapskate," I mutter underneath my breath while he hands me my drink. I take my time sipping, noting his slow motions as well.

"Are you feelings alright?" I ask, eyeing him up and down with my free hand before he stares at me with this awkward sipping position. My face goes red as I try to hold back a laughter or two but his puffy cheeks do me in. Turning towards the side, I chuckle the best I can without crying and hold my stomach together with my free hand before taking deep breaths to compose myself.

"You know one would think to say you have no manners," he starts to say with a smirk, his green eyes piercing mine with sparkling lights. I roll my shoulders and tilt my head to the side, studying him. His good looks, pure white skin. Does no girl at our school dream of having a boyfriend like Jonah? I mean besides the ugly stares in the hall, girls string along, sending his kissy faces and flutter their beautiful eyelashes at him like they're trying to hypnotize him. Ugh, as if any girl would dare to put their greedy littles hands on him without my knowing about it first. He knows good and well—that I'm in love with him...but why is that exactly? We've only known each other for one full week and yes, that's kind of shady but at the same time he has this effect on me that screams "You're my soul mate!"

Yeah—right.

After successfully trying to distract me, we head towards the front entrance where I see Jeanna leaning against the glass, talking with these other girls from our school. The bright warm red blush on her cheeks really shocks me. I never knew underneath the melting skin and heated attitude that she really—um communicated? I don't want to sound rude but her beauty and kick-ass attitude really go together but right now...it feels like she has a twin like Red and Tile. Speaking of which, I look around the room, trying to find Joe, Star, and the twins but with no such luck. Are they running late? My mind wanders as Jonah clears his throat and towers above me with a worried glance. "What's the matter?" The light from his eyes dim as his face grows eerie with raw suspicion.

What is there to hide from me? Yet another wound? I perk my lips and try to slip away into the adoring crowd of boys and girls asking one another to dance to the slow music playing. The lights dim as only the bluish glow from the ballroom floor magnify with beautiful white tiles. Jonah grabs my arm and pulls me back into his chest, projecting warmth down my back. I wince and try soft, deep breathing exercises like mom instructed me and let him wrap his arms around my shoulders.

"Do you want to dance?" his breath tickles my ears. I smile and utter a laugh, biting my tongue to keep my excitement from bursting.

"Depends—are you hiding anything from me again?"

"I thought I promised to never lie to you."

"Yeah well how's that working out for you? Every take and corner I catch you looking at something...or someone. Sweet Jesus if it is another girl, Jonah Lagos I will cut your head—"