Bishop |18+|

Ch.34

Alia

"Buon Dio, cazzo." I heard Antonio swore in the passenger seat as I drove, his hand on my thigh. "Baby slow down, slow down."

My eyes bolted up to see the flicker of the traffic light turn red and I pressed my heavy foot on the brakes, the sudden force causing the car to screech to a stop. Antonio's hand only tightened further upon the sudden action and he snapped his head towards mine, his brows furrowed. "Are you trying to get us fucking killed?"

"I haven't driven in a while." I spoke back, gliding my hand around the wheel. The car he gifted me was beautiful, the interior dripping with pure luxury. My head turned to see Antonio letting out a quivered sigh, his hand slipping off my thigh before he rested his elbow on the armrest storage box.

This was the first time I've seen him in a panic—and it was fucking hilarious.

I let out a chortle.

"When you press on the gas, you have to press your foot down slowly. You're driving a sports car, tesoro." He told me off. "And don't break so suddenly."

"Should've gotten me a sedan." I muttered back, slowly pushing my foot down on the accelerator once the light turned green. Antonio simply scoffed.

"Should've gotten me a sedan." He repeated in a mocking tone. "Turn right on the next intersection, dolcezza."

I followed the directions he gave me and made a right turn, finding myself driving towards the beachside. With the sun making its way towards the comforting horizon, I looked out over at the water. The streaks of orange and blue hues of the dimly lit sky reflected onto the calm waters of the beach and as if it couldn't get any more perfect, we watched as the town slowly began to light up.

We were a bit further out from the city, which was a good thing because I often found it overwhelming as fuck, especially at night. I parked the car on the side of a street, taking out the keys before I made the move to lean over and open Antonio's door from the inside. He did it all the time and now that he's in my car, it was my turn to treat the passenger princess.

The look he gave me was priceless, and simply smirked before getting out of the car and helping me out. "Acting bold?"

"No." I shrugged. "Just feeling nice today."

"Oh." He leaned into the car to get his gun, burying it in the back of his pants before locking the doors. His narrowed eyes met mine. "And so when I feel nice and gift you things, you complain that I'm spoiling you?"

"That's different." A light chuckle erupted from my chest before he took my hand and started walking up along the path towards a few restaurants that stood near the beach side. With my fingers interlocking with his, I felt the 100 yard stares of other couples at us as we walked down the path, and I knew damn well Antonio was the cause behind it. The gun snuggled at the back of his pants only made it worse.

Just casually walking down the street with the Don of Cosa Nostra. My fingers unwrapped and instead held onto the girth of his forearm.

Yeah it was weird—but fuck I have never felt safer.

"Is the gun necessary?" I glanced up at him, Antonio's gaze scouring the roads.