"My Mafia Roommate"

Chapter five: "Claim The Heart Of Rome"

[Maya's pov]:

The sound of loud banging filled the room, cutting through my sleep like a sharp blade. I groaned, burying my face deeper into the pillow, hoping the noise would stop. But the banging only grew louder, more insistent with each passing second. Frustration bubbled up inside me as I threw the pillow aside and sat up, my hair a tangled mess, my eyes barely open.

"Who on earth is banging at this hour?" I muttered, dragging myself out of bed. The wooden floor was cold under my feet as I shuffled toward the door, each step weighed down by annoyance.

When I finally yanked the door open, ready to snap at whoever had the nerve to wake me, I was met with a sight that made me pause. Camilla stood there, her smile wide and bright, like the sun had decided to shine only for her.

"Good morning, mi amore!" Camilla chirped, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

I blinked, still half-asleep. "What are you so happy about in the freaking morning?" I mumbled, rubbing my eyes.

Camilla just grinned wider, stepping closer as if she hadn't just woken me up with that relentless banging. "I couldn't wait to see you" she replied simply, her voice light and cheerful.

I yawed, leaning against the doorframe. "Next time, maybe try knocking without breaking the door?"

Camilla laughed, a sound as warm as her smile. She breezed past me into the hallway, her presence filling the space with an infectious joy.

"So, I've got the news about the party!" she began, her voice bubbling with excitement as she started talking a mile a minute. I tried to keep up, but my tired brain struggled to process the rapid stream of words. I just nodded along, letting her enthusiasm wash over me.

But then, mid-sentence, Camilla suddenly went quiet. Her eyes, which had been sparkling with excitement, now widened in shock as she looked over her shoulder. I followed her gaze to see what had caught her attention.

There, lounging on the sofa, was Denver. He was fast asleep, his body almost lifeless in its stillness, like a half-corpse. The sight was striking, especially considering the lively conversation we had just been having.

Camilla's smile faltered for a moment as she took in the scene, her usual cheerfulness dimming. "What... happened to him?" she whispered, her voice tinged with concern.

I yawned again, resting my head against Camilla's shoulder, trying to reclaim the peace that had been disturbed. "Ah, nothing, I just knocked him out" I mumbled, my voice heavy with sleep.

"K-knocked him out?" Camilla echoed, her voice full of disbelief as she looked at me with wide eyes.

I closed my eyes, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, he was playing games till late at night, shouting like a maniac... I just had to do something."

For a moment, there was silence. Then, Camilla's shoulders started to shake, and she burst out laughing. Her laughter was bright and genuine, echoing in the room. "Maya, you're unbelievable!" she said between giggles.

I cracked open one eye to look at her, slightly annoyed that she found the situation so amusing. "What? He deserved it" I muttered, but even I couldn't help the small smile that tugged at the corners of my mouth.

Camilla's laughter softened into a warm chuckle as she stroked my hair. "You're such a handful, mi amore" her voice filled with affection. "But I suppose I should thank you. At least now, he's finally getting some sleep."