The Mafia And Me

Chapter Three

It's been hours!!! And I'm drunk now. He's still sleeping soundly. It's now 4am and I'm so fucking bored that I am making cookies. But since I'm drunk my dumbass decided to try to grab the cookie sheet from the oven without an oven mitt.

"SHITFUCK BITCH!" I yell as the sheet clatters to the floor loudly, there goes my cookies, at least I got 2 sheets done before this one. 

"Are you okay?" the man on the sofa says making me squeak in surprise, which in turn earned a laugh out of him.

"Yeah, I'm good, just burned my fingers a little." I replied as I grabbed some ice and walked to the living room. He looks significantly better after my amateur doctor attempt.

"How are you feeling? Do you need anything?" I ask as I put my hand to his forehead to make sure he doesn't have a fever. This guy can't be any older than 20, he looks so young. 

"No Mother I'm fine." he jokes gesturing to my hand checking his temperature. 

"Sorry." I laugh, retracting my hand. "Not to be insensitive or anything but I fully expect you to clean your own blood out of my poor car." I look at him as he smiles back at me.

"I think I can do that. Thank you for helping me out. I don't even remember anything after you pushed him off of me. I do remember you treating my wounds though. Everything in between is blank space. What happened?" he asks me. How the hell am I supposed to say oh the other guy is in my trunk!? What the hell!

"I handled him, and you don't remember because you passed out. The only thing you kept saying was no cops no doctors." I told him trying to avoid the topic of the dead guy in my trunk.

"Oh. Yeah, that sounds like something I would say. Can I use your phone by any chance? So, I can call somebody to tell them where I am? I'll clean your car before I leave though." he looks at me expectantly. 

"Yes of course. By the way my name is Scarlett." I told him handing him my cell.

"That's a nice name. My name is Roberto, you can call me Rob though." He says as he types in a phone number. I just smile and try not to eavesdrop on his conversation. I just can't help it. Somebody on the other line picked up and as soon as Rob told them it was him they started screaming into the phone. Then Rob calmly states there was a situation last night and he needs to be picked up and when he looks at me, I tell him the address. 

"He'll be here in 15 Minutes." Rob says handing me back my phone. 

"Okay, I'll be right back." I say as I go to the bathroom really quick. I notice I'm still wearing the same outfit that happens to be covered in blood still. Ugh. Definitely taking a bath after these people leave. Heading back out to the living room I sit down and light up a cigarette. Rob looks at me a little confused.

"You smoke? Didn't see you as a smoker, a drinker though since your obviously intoxicated." he laughs.

"Yes, I am a little drunk right now. And yes, I smoke when I'm stressed out. Want one?" I ask as I hold the pack out, which surprisingly he accepts and lights one too. We sit and smoke for a couple minutes before there's a knock on the door. I get up to answer the door knowing it's his friend here to get him. I open the door and stupidly I just stand there in front of the door and stare at him. This man is truly a work of art. Perfectly chiseled jawline gorgeous bright blue eyes with short tousled black hair. Before my staring got too noticeable, I moved out of the way to let him in.

"Roberto what the fuck did you do? Jesus Christ I can't trust you to handle anything can I!?" the strange man yells at my new friend. 

"Hey don't just come in here and start yelling at him. He didn't do anything obviously he was the one getting beat up." I yelled at this Greek God of a man who has a voice like velvet.