Married to the Mafia {manxman}

Capítulo Cuatro.

Ryan Newman as Maddy Leblanc

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Married to the Mafia: Capítulo Cuatro

"Damn. What did I do last night?"

I woke up with pain flaring up and down my back. My asshole was also throbbing and in need of a bath because it felt squishy.

"The hell?" I opened my eyes and squinted as the unfamiliar setting made its way into my eyes. "Where am I?" I tried to get up and look around but there was something holding me back. That something being a very muscular tanned arm. It was wrapped around my waist like a boa constrictor and my eyes trailed up the appendage to land on the person.

"What the fuck?" I mumbled lowly so I wouldn't wake him. I knew I had sex with Raymundo, but why was I here? I sat up against the headboard, my hair all over my face. Did I faint in his arms? Oh my god, that hurts my pride. Damn, I had better things to do than to faint in his arms. He might have felt responsible for me so he felt the compelling need to take me home with him.

He had his face in the pillow, drool slipping out of his mouth and his hair strewn all over his head. Many people would've thought it was the most disgusting sight, but I thought it was cute. That scared me because I had no idea who this man was other than the fact that he belonged to the mafia and he could kill me any second if he wished.

That didn't sound like something I wanted to be apart of.

I had thought it was weird that he followed me in the bathroom without knowing who I was. He had his eye on me the whole time but he never once asked me who I was. Maybe he already knew that. But why would he need to know that? Everything about Raymundo Vega screamed red flag and I wasn't going to stick around much longer to witness anything. I also wasn't going to be getting killed no time soon.

I slowly but surely took his arm into my grip and placed it on my pillow. Once I was sure that he was still sleeping, I tiptoed over to my shoes and pulled them on. My clothes were still on my body which was a good thing, but everything on me felt sore.

God, what I have done?

I looked around to see where my phone was and it was on the table with two wallets placed beside it. I curiously walked over to, making sure that my footsteps couldn't be heard. The one closest to my phone was mine and I picked it up along with my cellular device. My curiosity got the best of me and I picked up the other wallet, scanning the contents.

Sure enough, it belonged to the sleeping demon. His license said that he was Raymundo Vincenze Vega and he was 29. Oh, we had the same birthday, how creepy. It was August 1st and we were both Leo's. Oh my god. I also peeked into the opening to see lots of cash, the Benjamin Franklins.

"Oh hell, this man is rich." I muttered to myself as I took a couple of bills. I needed it for my mom and my jobs weren't cutting it. Besides, this would be the last time we would see each other. He'll just be known as the guy who took my cookie out of the cookie jar that didn't even exist until last night.

I put the wallet back down on the table and started walking towards the door. "Gotta blast." I whispered, throwing the peace sign to the sleeping man while making my way out of the door. He lived in a two story house so I had to quietly step down the stairs and avoid any creaking of them. When I had reached the main floor, I stalked over to the door and I was about to exit out of this doom when a voice stopped me.

"Who are you?"

It was a female voice, I could tell. I turned around very slowly to see a tall woman with black hair, pale skin and striking blue eyes. She had on a navy pencil skirt with red heels and a white blouse. She stared at me in disbelief with her arms folded. "I'm talking to you."