In Love With the Mob

Chapter Twenty-Three Evan

It's been six months since Bash first stepped into my library. That's six months of disruptions, mayhem, migraines and drama. Did I forget to mention the complete and total idiocy. Speaking of idiocy; these fucking people, are really stupid. I don't know what went on during the two weeks I was completing my training with Papa Criss, but something must have happened for the current situation I have found myself in.

Sitting on the beach, with 9 other maids, judging a bodyguard hot body contest was definitely not on my bingo card for the trip. Bash, the triplets and even Stoff has some pretty hot bodies might say; but these other guards are chef's kiss. You really can't judge somebody in a suit until they completely take it off.

"Alright ladies...and Evan. Seth is a 6'6 Italian stallion who can catch a bullet with his teeth. Not only can he murder the enemies, but he can also murder your hearts. Give it up for Seth." Steven made himself the honorary MC for this competition and we all can't help but give a full round of applause. Based on the death glare I am getting from Bash; I may have been clapping a little too hard. To say I instantly stopped clapping is an understatement. I jump from my seat, running over to Bash to give him a quick kiss on the cheek.

"You know I only have eyes for you." He smirks and nods.

"I know love, just teasing." I pinch his side through his opened peach Hawaiian shirt with white flowers. He groans loudly, falling to his knees in the same. "Oh! That is abuse. My wife is abusing me." Everyone laughs and turns their heads, pretending to not see anything. Bash can't help but gasps, holding his chest. "You people are not loyal. Did you forget I sign all of your paychecks. Instantly hands are picking Bash up and dusting him off, checking his fake wounds.

"You guys are all unbelievable." I can't help but laugh as I make my way back to my beach chair. Bash stands up and dusts off his loose khaki shorts.

"Alright guys, enough with the foolishness. Let's play some football!" Bash calls excitedly. The rest of the guys all cheer. In all the time I have known him, he has always been a bit of a goofball. This is the first time I have seen him so playful and carefree. I still can't help but feel there is something up with this beach party though. No matter how hard I tried to figure out what is going through that beautiful head on Bash's shoulders, I just can't.

The guys have divided themselves up for football, while Papa Criss and Ms. B finish grilling steaks on the grill. The maids and I pass around fresh drinks as we enjoy the show. These guys are really giving it their all. Needless to say, I don't understand a thing about football. I just see a lot of muscles chasing after a brown ball. Still entertaining though. Bash starts yelling some weird code or ancient spell or something, and Stoff and the Steven's somehow understand his secret language, because they all move with perfect synchronization. It's actually kind of impressive.

Bash ends up with the ball and takes off towards our end of the "field". I don't think I've seen him move so fast. "Don't pull a hamstring!" I yell at Bash as he gets closer. I think I may have jinxed him because in that same moment, Bash collapses to the ground. My heart almost stops, and I jump to my feet and before I can stop myself, I am running towards him. The other guys are all huddled around him as Bash holds his leg.

"Damn Evan, why don't you say I hope Steven finds a billion dollars next, see if that works too." I push him out of my way as I fall to my knees beside Bash.

"Bash, I'm so sorry. Are you okay? I didn't mean to distract you/ Here let me help you up." I reach for Bash's hands as I get to my feet. He takes my left and manages to pull himself up on one knee. I try to pull him the rest of the way, but he doesn't budge.

"Bash, what's wrong, someone help me get him up." Everyone is just standing around staring ar me. My heart is still racing and finally I look back at Bash to try to pull him up again. And I lose my breath. Bash still on his knee, holding platinum band encrusted with diamonds. It's beautiful.