Bishop |18+|

Ch.17

Alia

Topping a slice of tomato and cheese on a cracker, I watched as Kiki opened her mouth, waiting for me to feed her. With a light chuckle, I popped the snack into her mouth and continued on with my work, hearing Kiki discreetly chew it as her eyes fixated on the screen in front of us. It must've been 10pm by now and although we promised to start working on the damn article by 3, Kiki always managed to find a way to distract us.

We were currently on the lounge floor, eating the rest of my crackers paired with slices of cheese and tomatoes as we watched a crime film, something just to get us into the mood of writing.

"Kiki." I mumbled, feeding myself a cracker before quickly typing on my crumb covered laptop. "Proof read me."

Without a word, Kiki put her hand out and made grabby hands, silently asking for the laptop. With a quick brush of the keyboard, I handed it to her and watched her get straight to work. She deleted a whole ass paragraph, to which powered a disappointed frown.

"What the fuck?" I muttered

"Your introduction's too long. The main focus will be around the body points and speculations." Kiki stated and gave my thigh a pat before she handed the laptop back.

"That was my favourite paragraph though.." I mumbled lowly and gave her a sad look, which she obviously looked past.

"That paragraph was too damn long and bias, stop sulking you're the one with an English qualification here." She scowled and slapped my thigh, pulling a giggle out of me. I moved my gaze back down to my laptop, reading out the passage in front of me.

"The Sicilian Mafia, or Cosa Nostra, has long been shrouded in mystery and intrigue, with its inner workings carefully guarded from the prying eyes of law enforcement and the public. While many of its notorious bosses have gained notoriety, there exists 'The Bishop', a savage and cold hearted individual that is responsible for the trail of corruption and murders Cosa Nostra leaves behind in its path." I read out.

"Yeah. And then you end it off with 'This article aims to explore the complexities surrounding this elusive Godfather, delving into the history, tactics and current speculations surrounding their existence.' not with a another 200 fucking words of your subjective commentary on Bishop." Kiki rolled her eyes. "Articles are based off facts, not opinions."

"Articles are supposed to connect with the reader so obviously they're a bit bias at times." I sarcastically rolled my eyes at Kiki, who gave me a look of disgust. "You're not the one getting a degree of journalism are you?"

Kiki sighed and scoffed. "I'm not but as a reader, I've lost my interest the second I read out the words 'an interesting character' so I did you a favour boo. Don't fight it." She laughed and popped another cracker into her mouth, continuing her effort to watch the movie playing on the TV screen.

I took a 5 minute break before going straight back to typing, when I heard Kiki speak out.

"How did the date go?"

'Good we fucked' were the words that were begging to be freed through my parted lips but let's be fair, this is Kiki we're talking to. I pursed them, staring at the screen.

"Good. We had dinner. Antonio cooked me pasta."
"Oh that's cute." Kiki muttered, her eyes on the TV. The lack of curiosity from this girl was forebodingly dreadful and I gave her a few seconds, hoping for her to just spill it and get this over and done with.