My Mafia Boys

Chapter Eleven

Arriving at the dinner, a lady in mid 50's greet us once we find a seat, she had a giant grin once she spotted Vincent She had a motherly vibe oozing off her.
"Vincent, dear who's this gourgous young lady" she pinches Vincent's cheeks well wiggling her eyebrows.
I stare in amusement as Vincent's cheeks flame up
"She's just my best friends little sister, Susan" Vincent grumbles.

My heart drops and my smile disappears, that's all he sees me as? His best friends little sister?
"What can I get you's honey?" Susan asks picking up on the tension.

Vincent's eyes search my face, his eyes flash with an emotion? Guilt? Nah can't be.

"Just the regular for me and a stack of pancakes with a chocolate milkshake on the side" Vincent says with out removing his eyes from my face.
"I will bring that over in just a jiffy" Susan offers a warm smile before shuffling off.
Even the chocolate milkshake didn't bring my mood up, his words just keep going over and over in my head.

"Danny??" My attention snaps to the Irritated but even sexier Vincent.
"Huh?" I stupidly ask still slightly distracted by his goddess looks.

"I was just explaining how Susan's like a mother to me and she owns this dinner" he explains with a warm glint in his eyes, I can tell he thinks highly of Susan.

"I used to come over and sit right at this table when I was younger" he points to his name in graved onto the table
"Is that's Derek's name?" I asked amazed slowly tracing Vincent and Derek's names.
"Yes" his voice is slightly husker then before, looking more along the table I come across a 'V+D' it was clear the V was for Vincent but who was the D? An emotion fulled my body making me want to scibble it out, is this jealousy?

"Who's the 'D' for?" My voice shakes slightly and I cringe inwardly way to make it seem cool. Vincent looks into my eyes so intensely it fills me with so much heat

Just then Susan arrives with our food and places the most biggest plate of pancakes I have ever seen in ground of me with a chocolate milkshake.

We eat in silence, my eyes kept drifting towards the in gravment, who was she??
"Danny" I look up at the sound of Vincent's voice.
"Huh?" My mouth is full and my cheeks flame at the fact that he was already staring at me.
"The 'D' stands for Danny".

"Oh" I continue to chew for a moment till it clicks, my mouth opens mid chew and I look up to see Vincent's dark eyes already on me.
My fork drops and my cheeks flame.
I point to my self then the name" me Danny?" I stupidly ask

"Yes Danny, you! Always has been you and always will be you" butterflies full my stomach and my mind goes blank.

"Ummmmm, I once saw this chicken stripping like not just dancing full on stopping it was so funn-"
"Danny!?" Vincent's amused voice sounds closer?
"Omg I should so show you! I think you could feel inspired, not that you look like a chicken, you have an amazing body so ho-" my rumbling is cut off by a pair of warm lips crashing against mine, my lips start tingling with such passion that a heat I've never felt before starts in my lower stomach.
My lips move against his with the same bruising force, I need this! I need him.

I need Vincent. I always needed Vincent. And now that I've tasted him I don't think I can stop.