One Call To The Mafia Boss | jenlisa

Chapter 9

JENNIE

"Okay, I don't regret it, but I'd love to be anywhere but here." She breathed quietly and put her hands on my chest gently pushing away from her. 

"I liked you back then. I was a 20 year old woman who longed to be touched. Now it's different." She gave me an apologetic look and went up the stairs. 

I didn't like what she said at all. Of course her way of thinking had changed over the years. So did mine. She became more self-confident. More courageous and I liked it it, but what she had said, hit me more than I wanted to admit. The last time I had just pushed her against the wall and kissed her. The rest came naturally, but that wouldn't work. Or would it? And if I tried it and it didn't work, then everything would be even more chaotic. She wouldn't talk to me at all and wouldn't come near me at all. Lisa would probably lock herself in her room until I decided to just kick the door in. 

I walked quietly towards her room and put my hand on the doorknob. I just wanted to cover her up and see her in her most vulnerable time. When she was sleeping. I had often observed how she slept peacefully and her blonde, shiny hair was ruffled and knotted. I unlocked the door and slowly walked towards the bed. The blanket hung half over her back and her arms and legs were stretched out like a star. I smiled to myself and sat on the edge of the bed. I no longer knew how I had endured two years without her, because when she was with me I forgot everything bad. 

"Jennie?" Her sleepy voice echoed through the room and interrupted my thoughts with goosebumps. She knew exactly that I was sitting next to her. I had already done it almost every evening two years ago. Sitting or even lying next to her. I couldn't help it. I wanted to be close to her. 

"Mhm." I grumbled, grabbing the fabric of the blanket to drape it over her body. 

"Can't you sleep?" Half asleep, she turned to me and opened her eyes slightly. Whenever she was half asleep and half awake, she was different. More caring. More vulnerable. 

"I want to take you out to breakfast in the morning." I wanted to take her hand in mine, but I felt her pull it back to her body and a slight smile appeared on her lips. 

"Okay, but only if you go to sleep now." She looked into my eyes and examined my face once before she closed her eyes again and snuggled into the pillow. 

"Sleep well." I whispered and wanted to touch her face, but she shook her head and turned around. 

Sighing, I stood up and closed the door behind me me and stepped into the simple one opposite black room. I sat down on the bed and stared at the floor. My little one should be safe, which is why I should slowly find Irene. My men worked day and night, but so far there was no sight. Irene would wait until I got along better with Lalisa. Until maybe we would be together if it was possible. Of course it was possible. I would win her over and if she loved me then I could start a real life with her. Then I was able to put most of the criminal stuff aside and she could go back to work. I was very sure that she wanted to work again. She was not a woman who liked to be dependent on a someone. She loved earning money herself and loved working on herself. She probably got that from her father. He worked and toiled for years until he retired with his wife. I grabbed my phone, entered Louis' number and waited for him to answer after the second toot. 

"Jennie?" He asked, visibly surprised. 

"Do you have any news from Irene?" I frowned and let my gaze slide over the pictures in my room. Pictures of Lisa. 

"No, sorry." His depressed voice sounded to me through the cell phone. 

"Okay, then please reserve a table in a coffee shop. Find a good one and then send the address to me." I hung up and threw my phone on my bedside table.

Frustrated by all the defeats, I exhaled and took off my skirt and top before lying down on the bed and staring at the ceiling above me. I was more than sure that this could work out with me and Lalisa. Tomorrow I would take her out and cover up today's argument. She should just feel comfortable around me. I didn't want anything more for now.