"Kiss me." He picks me up and kisses me again.
His hands on my waist, my hands in his hair and my lips all over him.
I think I don't have a crush anymore.
I think i'm in love.
We break the kiss and he looks at me, "I'm so fucked aren't I my Val?"
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The room was silent, and sleep still hung in the air.
A headache punched my brain as I buried my face deeper into the pillow. The memories of yesterday flickered through my mind, making me groan in frustration. In my eighteen years of life, I never thought I'd find myself in such a bizarre situation, but here we are.
Yesterday, I met Hanzo—a bizarrely cheerful figure with ginger curls and a beard that looked like it was dipped in sunset hues. He had a massive scar on his chin, making him look both tough and approachable.
He was cool.
Under different circumstances, we'd one hundred percent be best friends.
I stretched, glaring out the window. I had to figure out how to escape without sparking some kind of family war. Whoever this mysterious man was, I needed answers—fast. And, more importantly, I needed to know why Mateo did this. He could've just asked me to leave, and I would've packed up and gone.
Though, my dad would probably have killed him after.
"Oh, you're awake, Miss," a cheerful voice declared.
I jumped up, startled, to see Hanzo standing at the door. He wore a perfectly tailored suit, his ginger hair tied up in a neat bun.
"Yes, unfortunately," I muttered.
"Miss, this isn't the worst situation. You could be dead, which would be far less convenient."
"All I want are answers. Everything is so... concealed."
He just nodded, avoiding eye contact, and walked away. I headed into the bathroom, took a shower, and changed into the clothes that had mysteriously been provided. And why was there a whole closet full of women's clothes in this place? Hmmm...
After tying my hair into a ponytail, I rushed out, finding Hanzo already waiting for me.
"I've got strict orders to stay by your side at all times," he explained.
"Can't he do that himself? Doesn't he have a whole team to babysit him?"
"Hmm, sir likes everything to be perfect, so he's always busy at work."
They're all the same, these mob guys. They hide in the shadows, expecting perfection from everyone but themselves. I rolled my eyes, and Hanzo chuckled lightly.
Suddenly, my stomach growled, and Hanzo, clearly amused, gestured for me to follow him to the kitchen. I chased after him, my curiosity getting the better of me.
"So why are you doing a job like this?" I asked as I peeked into the empty rooms we passed.
This kidnapper's house was surprisingly... boring. Honestly, I couldn't even call him a proper kidnapper. I was here voluntarily—sort of. I mean, joining my mom at 19 didn't sound like a good time either.
