Mafia? More like Amish Thugs

Chapter Four

Jolin's POV:

As I pulled up to the house, I saw Sophia's car parked in its normal spot.

"Sophia?" I said, calling out her name as entered the house.

"I'm right here."

As my eyes adjusted to the dark, I saw her sitting on the couch. Her feet pulled up underneath her. She hadn't changed out of her outfit and it looked like she had been crying.

"Are you okay?"

She nodded. I walked over, unsure of what to do. I didn't really have experience with comforting people. I sat down awkwardly beside her. She sniffled. We sat there, an awkward tension between us. I looked over and I could see her shoulders shaking slightly, as silent tears fell.

I reached over and placed my hand on top of hers. She looked at me. Her expression held surprise. We hadn't exactly ever been best friends. Actually since I met her two years ago, we had done nothing but either avoided or hated each other. But I didn't feel that towards her anymore. I don't know what I felt but it wasn't hate.

I pulled my hand away, "I'm going to go to bed."

She nodded. I got up and walked to my room. As I laid in bed that night, I could hear her sobs through the walls. I rolled over, covering my head with my pillow, closing my eyes as my own tears fell.

I was falling for Lebanon Levi's niece.

Sophia's POV:

I laid awake in bed. I hated the fact that I broke down in front of Jolin. But when he touched my hand, I blushed thinking about it. My stomach did flips. I bit my lip thinking about him. His face, his muscles. Everything about him was so perfect.

I shook my head. No. I can't think that, especially not when it's Jolin. I can't fall for another guy. That'll just get me the same place that it got me last time. The same reason I'm scared to close my eyes, afraid to see the nightmares I had become so accustomed to. I bet I would feel safe sleeping in his arms.

Ugh, why am I thinking about him? None of this made sense. I got butterflies around him. Whenever I was flirting with the English boys, I was hoping and wishing I could talk that way to Jolin, and I found it so cute when he got jealous. It was even hotter when he defended me from Mitch.

I sighed. He was only doing his job, protecting me. Like Levi asked, I was nothing more than a job to him. I wish I was more though.