Forced to be a Mafia Wife (On Hold)

Chapter 3

Noah's POV

I laid the plate of pancakes in front of Braxton and a glass of milk.

"If you want some toppings, I think there's whip cream and strawberries in the fridge," I said, he looked at the pancakes and then looked at me.

"What do you want?" He asked.

"I can't make you breakfast without wanting something?" I asked and he gave me a look and I groaned. "Fine, I want to go to the football game."

"What?" He asked.

"It's with a ball and boys tackle each other," I said. "Kinda a famous sport."

"I know the sport," he snapped. "Why do you want to go to a football game?"

"My friend is playing and I want to be there," I said. "Come on, I need sunlight."

"The games are at night," he said and I let out a frustrated groan.

"Just let me go," I said and he swallowed a piece of pancake, his green eyes looked up at me.

"You can go," he said and I was about to do a happy dance, till he added that one word I despised so much. "But, you have to do something for me in return." I suddenly felt my throat go dry and my heart sped up.

"What do you want?" I asked crossing my arms.

"Sunday, the game comes on," he said. "So of course Talon will come over, you have to serve me like a king."

"No way," I instantly declined.

"Then no football game," he said and my mouth gaped, I clenched my jaw and closed my eyes.

"Ok fine, I'll do it," I said and he smirked, I wanted to slap that smirk off his face. "Keep smirking and see if a syrupy pancake won't be in your face." That just amused him even more and he laughed.

"I'm sorry, even your attempt to try and be threatening is hilarious," he said, before I thought, I picked up the pancake and shoved it in his face.

"Who's hilarious now?" I asked and his fists clenched and unclenched.

"Run," he said through gritted teeth, I turned and scrambled for the stairs in a uncontrollable fit of laughter.

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Braxton was still upset from the pancake facial I gave him this morning, he locked me in my room after I ran away. Then I heard something break downstairs and I shook my head at the drama king.

I grabbed some clothes from my closet and threw them on the bed. I walked to the bathroom and stripped from my clothes. I hopped in the shower and I actually didn't want to get out.

I had a robe wrapped around me, finders keepers, losers weepers. I was blowdrying my hair, because if my hair dries natural, it'll be a frizzy mess.

"Why can't they make silent blowdryers?" I heard someone and I turned to Braxton.

"Well they invented something calling knocking, you should try it some time," I said and he rolled his eyes as I went back to my hair. I looked at him through the mirror. "Can I help you?"

"You can help me with a lot of things, but it's not acceptable to pressure girls," he said. "Talon's words, not mine."

"Clearly," I said.

"Ok, so you clearly have an attitude," he said. "I'll just be downstairs, trying not to gouge my eyes out." He walked out and I rolled my eyes.

After I had my hair fixed and my make up pretty simple, I checked out my outfit one last time.