The Mafia Prince's obsession (MM)

Elijah

I sigh in relief as I walk out of my last class with Bella. The sun is beginning to dip lower in the sky, casting golden hues across the campus.

It has been a long day–mentality, anyway. I'm failing to get Dante out of my head, the things he does to me, the ridiculous clothes he bought, and his relentless presence. The man is like a storm, and I'm not sure if I want to run from it or let it consume me.

Lost in my thoughts I almost don't notice the tall figure standing near the parking lot until it was too late. My heart sinks as I recognize the brooding face of my brother, Gabriel.

He doesn't look happy. Actually scratch that—he looks pissed.

"Elijah" he calls, his voice sharp, the tension in his stance impossible to miss.

I consider turning around and walking in the other direction, but there is no escaping Gab. So instead I plaster on the most bored expression I could muster and walk over to him.

"Where the hell have you been?" He demands the moment I am within an earshot.

I raise an eyebrow, feigning nonchalance. "Since when do you care about my whereabouts?"

"Do you think this is a joke?" He snapps, his tone harsh. "You could've at least taken your driver–or, I don't know, share your location so we'd know you weren't in a ditch somewhere."

I fold my arms, tilting my head at him. "I'm fine. Alive and breathing. Happy?"

He glares at me, his jaylw tight. "Let me ask you again, Elijah. Where the fuck were you?"

"I was with Bella" I lie and gesture at my friend behind me, a few feet away.

Gab's sharp eyes flicker to her, scanning her up and down like he doesn't quite believe me. Bella, bless her soul, looks utterly confused but waves awkwardly.

"Right," he says, his voice dripping with skepticism. He turns to me, grabbing my arm before I could even react. "You're going home. Now."

"What the hell, Gabriel!?" I yank at my arm but his grip is too firm.

"You heard me," he growls, dragging me towards the car.

I glare at him, digging my heels into the ground as much as I can. "You can't just drag me around like a child!"

"Stop acting like one, and I won't have to," he shoots back, shoving me towards the passenger seat.

"You're ridiculous," I mutter as I climb in, slamming the door, harder that necessary.

Gabriel gets into the drivers seat, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. The tension in the car is suffocating, but I refuse to let him have the satisfaction of seeing me squirm.

We drive in silence for a while before I realize I can't take it anymore. "You know, you're acting more like a warden than a brother right now."

"And you're acting like a reckless idiot," he resorted, his eyes fired on the road. "Do you want father to loose his mind with you running off like that?"

"Oh, please," I scoff. "He doesn't care where I am, as long as I'm not embarrassing the 'Family name' "

His jaw clenches, his knuckles turning white against the steering wheel. "You don't get it, do you? You're not just some random person, Elijah. People are watching you—us. You need to be careful."

"Careful," I repeated, rolling my eyes. " It was one night at my friend's place, Gab. Not some underground fight club."

"You're impossible," he mutters under his breath.