Mafia's Angel

9.

It's him. Liam.

He just stayed quiet the whole time. It's like our silence has so much to say to each other.

His arms feel like home to me. I don't know how much time has passed. I don't want him to let go of me.

" It's fine, angel. Everything is fine here" he holds me so tight as if I am something fragile.

" It's so long since you called me angel" my voice sounds hoarse.

I think I saw him smiling at that sentence.

" Can we put our hate on hold just for tonight? I don't have energy left in me" he said and sat down next to me.

The warmness I was feeling is gone now.

Although none of us can't forget what happened that day we can let it rest for tonight.

I put my head on his shoulder. All these have been so hard.

I don't remember when I dodged off to sleep.

Next morning,

I felt something heavy over my stomach. " Bruno, get off of me you are heavy as a pig" I mumbled in sleep
and tried to push him away.

" How the hell are you calling the pig?".

" Bruno, my baby" I turned and snuggled into Bruno's chest.

Wait a minute, his chest and Bruno is speaking?

I opened my eyes and all I could see for the moment was my face buried in someone's bare chest.

I know where all this going and I am not liking it at all.

" Who are you calling the pig?" damn I know this voice. No no no god no.

" and who the fuck is Bruno, your baby?" I looked up with guilty eyes.

What the hell am I doing here? I let go of him and rolled to the opposite side to get away from him. At least I could say I tried to.

He holds my arm and pulls me back into him. My nose hit his chest and I don't want to brag but it hurt like bitch.

" Morning" I smiled sweetly knowing know there was no way of getting away with it.

He raised his eyebrow as he was trying to say better not to divert the topic.

" Pig and Bruno, huh" he pinched my cheek and smiled.

I think my morning is getting better.
" Bruno, my dog. I felt your arm on my stomach so thought Bruno slept on me again" I said sheepishly.

" Ahh, first was a pig, and now I am a dog, huh," he said. I didn't say anything neither did he. We are just lost in each other.

Someone knocked on the door.

I looked at the door then looked again at him. Damn, we shouldn't be doing this. What am I even doing? He is my nemesis and I am holding him. Why, god why can't I resist him?

I tried to free myself from him and at last, he let go of me.

He opened the door and I got off of the bed and made a beeline towards the bathroom.

"Baby" I heard.