Dangerous Love - Completed 1st Draft

Chapter Nine

Rowen was smiling while she was looking at the sleeping figure on her lounge. Liam was stretched out, one arm under his head, the other hanging off the lounge, his legs were too long and his feet were propped on the arm. The blanket she had given him was over his legs and stomach, something she was grateful for, considering he wasn't wearing his clothes. Rowen had spotted the neatly folded jeans and white button-down shirt as she walked into the living room.

She hoped that Liam wasn't laying butt naked on her lounge, she wanted to peek to make sure he was wearing something. Purely for the sake of her lounge. It wasn't like she wanted to see his junk or anything.

Laughing at herself quietly, Rowen snuck past him and into her kitchen. She put the kettle on and hoped that Liam liked Tea because there was no coffee in her house. As it boiled she readied her cup, thinking about what happened between them last night.

She had kept her promise, he didn't get into her pants. Something she was kicking herself for, angry sex was usually pretty good sex. But she hadn't wanted to go that far with him, not with how hurt she was feeling. Letting him into her house was her way of letting him know that she was thinking about letting him stay in her life.

Maybe it was stupid of her, but she wanted him to know that she was hurt. She thought that she wouldn't hear from him again after she changed her number, she thought that she was rid of him for good. At the time, when she was angry, it was a smart idea to snap her sim card. Then when she had calmed down, she realised that she was wrong.

It hadn't mattered at any rate, Liam had found her regardless.

She had enough time to think about why the cops had turned up at her work. She knew pretty early on that it wasn't anything to do with what happened with Daniel. The detectives that were all over it didn't care about a simple punch up. They were after Liam for another reason.

She had gone over so many different reasons as to why, but none made sense. Then she thought of the illegal side of things. She had thought of drug dealers, money launderers, people smugglers, gun trader's, and the most ridicules of all.. Mafia family.  

Liam hadn't told her that she was wrong, he just refused to let her know which of her assumptions were right. She hadn't told him about the Mafia because she thought that was the most far fetched idea of them all. She had eventually pushed it aside thinking that it was her over active imagination. She had always loved Mafia stories, The Godfather was her favourite book and movie. She had always loved the idea that maybe she was a long lost Mafia princess.

But there was no way that Liam was in anything like that. He just wasn't scary enough.

She took her hot tea into the smallish sitting room that was off her kitchen. Curling up on the sofa she stared into the fireplace, she really should start it, the house was old and while it had been renovated before she inherited it, it always felt like they had forgotten to put in proper insulation. The house was always cold, especially in the winter.

Rowen heard it when Liam woke up, she actually had to pinch her nose closed so her tea didn't spray out of it. Liam had obviously forgotten where he was sleeping and rolled before he woke up, the thump that followed his heavy body hitting the hardwood floors is what had her giggling. The rug that was covering them obviously doing nothing to soften the fall.

"Motherfucker!" he hissed, trying to keep quiet. He must have thought she was still sleeping. Rowen giggled again when she heard him groan.

Standing up, she quietly walked towards the archway. Liam was tangled in his blanket, trying to get his long legs out of it, swearing at it in his frustration. When he switched to Italian she couldn't stop the giggle that escaped her mouth. Liam's head shot towards her, his body freezing.