My mafia | Daerin

11.

POV: Haerin

I can't believe I actually agreed to this. As we boarded the private jet, second thoughts ran through my mind, but every time I looked at her excited face, they would all go away.

Once we were seated, Danielle stared excitedly out the window at the city lights. She's so cute.

"Remember, you are not allowed to leave my side." I reminded her.

"I know." She replied. I've said it many times before, but I want to make sure she doesn't forget.

About an hour after we took off, she fell asleep. So here I was with the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in my arms. I looked down at her and smiled. Her arms were wrapped around my waist and bicep, and her cheek laid on my shoulder. I may have moved for her to lean against me instead of the side of the plane.

Some of my men were on the plane with us, all of them asleep. I, however, can't sleep on airplanes. That's why I always set my arrival times at night so I can sleep once I'm there, so I won't get jet lagged.

I feel her stir next to me. A quiet moan sounded out from her, and I felt my pants tightening as I heard another one.

"Haerin." She whispered out. My body started to sweat as a wave of desire hit me.

I sat there for about two minutes, listening to her moaning and whispering my name before I couldn't take it anymore. I left for the bathroom to take care of myself, and when I came out, my best friend was right there, smirking.

"How's Danielle?" She asked.

"Fine." I grumbled out and went to move past her, but she blocked my path.

"Have you asked her out yet?" She asked.

"No." My tone signalled the end of the conversation, but she didn't care.

"Oh, come on. Why not?" She whined. She knows how I feel about Danielle. She knows everything about how I thought of Danielle from the moment I met her to now.

"I can't be that selfish." I grumbled out.

"When have you ever not been selfish? Come on, you want something, take it. You've never had feelings for any girl, and now that you do, you won't go after her?"

"It's not that simple." I said.

"It is that simple. You are super lonely, she makes you un-lonely she smiled.

"Listen, Minji. I care about her. I can't let her be put in danger." I explained.

Minji put her hands up. "Hey, I'm just saying. Do you want to live your life with her or without her?"

I sighed. "I want to live with her." I mumbled.

"See? I think you should go for it." She sat back down.

"I'll think about it." I said.

"Okay. That mean no." She mumbled.

"That doesn't mean no." I told her.

"When was the last time you said I'll think about it and ended up saying yes?" She asked.

"I said I'll think about it to Danielle coming with us, and she's here now." I retorted.

Minji put a finger on her chin and pretended to think. "Hmm...that's definitely the first time. Is it because of her?"

I rolled my eyes and decided to walk back to Danielle.

"So it is." I heard Minji mumble. She's right, though, but I would never admit that.

I want to make a move. I want to be selfish. I want Danielle with me, but I can't let her be put in danger. Then again, can I really live like this? Always wanting to be with her but always restraining myself? I don't think I can. I don't know. I can't think about this right now.

I saw that Danielle was awake when I sat down.

"Hey, where we're you?" She asked sleepily.

"I was just talking to Minji." I looked into her eyes and remembered what Minji said. I don't think I can resist Danielle much longer.

"Have you been to Italy before?" She asked.

I chuckled. "Of course. I was born there."

"Really?" She asked, her eyes brightening.

"Yes. I moved to Korea when I was five years old. I've gone back many times, though, so I'm familiar with the country."

Danielle smiled. "That's so cool."

"Have you ever been?" I asked her.

"I've been to Florence once. I go to France a lot more though since I can speak it." She replied.

"You speak French?" I asked, impressed.

"Oui, madame. Est-ce que tu parles français? (Yes, ma'am, do you speak French?)"

That's sexy.

"I don't know what that means."

Danielle giggled. "I just asked If you speak French."

"Well, I don't, but I speak Italian. Sei la ragazza più bella del mondo. (You're the most beautiful girl in the world)" I said.

"Grazie. (Thank you)" She said.

Oh shit. Did she know what I said?

"Wait. Do you speak Italian?" I asked.

"No. I understood the main parts. Don't you know French and Italian are very similar?" She smirked as she spoke.

"I didn't know they were that similar." I grumbled out. She laughed, and a smile made its way onto my face once I heard it.

***

Once we arrived in Italy, Danielle was very excited. She stared at everything with bright, happy eyes as I drove to my villa. However, even with her excitement covering it up, I could tell she was tired. I was, too, since i have been up for about 10 hours longer than I have to.

I pulled into the driveway and brought her and my bags inside. I walked up the stairs towards our bedroom and checked behind me every now and then to make sure Danielle was following.

I opened the door and brought the bags inside. I started to unpack our things while she stared in confusion.

"Are we staying in the same bedroom?" She asked.

"When I said stay by my side the whole time, I meant the whole time." I smirked.

Danielle chuckled. "Okay."

Once we unpacked, I let her use the bathroom first. She came out in a blush coloured silk nightgown that showed off her legs. I stared for a bit too long, enjoying the view. I got up and then went into the bathroom.

I came out in just a pair of black boxers and a black sports bra, smirking as I knew Danielle was checking me out. I have been purposefully walking around her in just a sports bra or tank top because I knew she would check me out. It sounds bad, but I just wanted her to know what she could have.

I climbed into bed and wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her to me. I was so tired, and all I wanted was to have her warm body against mine and sleep. I was too tired, so my next move was absent-minded.

I kissed her forehead and whispered, "Goodnight, Dani."

She stiffened, and it was then that I realised what I did. Please don't push me away. My heart sped up as I waited for a reaction. Then, she relaxed.

"Goodnight, Haerin." She whispered in a beautifully soft voice and snuggled into the sheets.

I let out a quiet sigh and drifted away.

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Authors note: Haerin was feeling a bit 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂  this chapter
Once again, in the original, she was not wearing a sports bra or tanktop, but i censored it cause that's a lil too 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 .