My Gorgeous Mobster (JenLisa)

Chapter 4: Handover

Lisa banged her bedroom door shut forcefully, causing the frame to rattle. Her jaw clenched in exasperation, anger, and a feeling of helplessness. She had never yelled at someone who had been crying, much less a woman, but Jennie had exhausted all her patience. She felt sorry for the brunette. How could she not? She understood the Korean woman’s situation and wasn’t planning on taking advantage of it. She had just said those things in the heat of the moment, reacting to the way Jennie had trashed her ego and pride.

Jennie had insulted her character without really knowing her. Nobody had done that to her, at least not to her face. But Jennie had done it so easily. And Lisa knew the brunette meant it, too. Perhaps that was how most women and other people thought of her and her family. It still hurt to hear, even if she already knew that.

She sat on her bed and took off her shoes before throwing them against the wall. She cursed under her breath. She was ready to overlook Jennie’s hostility and the obvious lack of respect for what the brunette thought she was. She thought she understood a bit. Now she realized that her imperturbability was not enough. Maybe the smaller woman had gone way out of line. Who gave Jennie the right to judge her so easily?

The brunette had said that she made her sick? What, did she have an infection or something? Lisa felt like she had a contagious disease. In just a few words, Jennie made her feel so fucking small. No, not small—worse. A plague, a virus. No, much worse. A fungus.

How dare she!

The brunette had repeatedly poked a sensitive subject for Lisa. Jennie had no idea how she felt about those parts of her life. She didn’t know her. The other woman knew nothing about her, yet she still managed to insult Lisa so badly.

Maybe Jennie had a lot on her mind; Lisa knew that. But still, what the brunette did was wrong. Oh, how she hated her!

And she hated the fact that there was truth in what Jennie had said, for the woman was telling her about her feelings. That was when the feeling of helplessness kicked in. Lisa could do nothing about Jennie’s feelings.

Now she wanted Jennie more. Lisa wanted to possess her and then make the brunette apologize for everything she had said.

Lisa became restless. “Who’d think such sweet-looking lips could have a razor-sharp tongue?” she said, shaking her head.

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Jennie wore casual clothes when she went out of her room: a pair of faded jeans, a white tank top, and white espadrilles. She had on sunglasses to cover her puffy eyes, a result of crying the whole night.

Lisa and Jennie still hadn’t talked since their argument yesterday. When it was time for dinner, an employee of the hotel knocked on her bedroom door and delivered her meal.

She held her head high and walked to the dining area of the penthouse. She heard some commotion coming from there. She didn’t regret anything she had said to the infuriating mobster yesterday. She had finally established her standpoint, at least fighting for her pride. It was important for her to do that. She felt like she had nothing to apologize for, but she also knew that she could not exhaust the blonde’s patience again. She still had no idea what ran through the other woman’s mind or what the mobster would do when she eventually snapped.

Just as she thought, Lisa was in the kitchen. The blonde’s hair was still damp from the shower, almost reaching her shoulders; she wore black jeans, white sneakers, and a sports shirt. The taller woman stood in front of the microwave oven. Jennie didn’t say anything; she waited for the blonde to notice her. When Lisa finally saw her, she remained quiet, sat at the dining area, and started eating whatever she had gotten from the microwave.