Mafia Made Love (BWWM) (18+)

MML: Chapter I

Kensington's POV
Today was just the same as every other day is for me. Repetitive and to be completely honest, boring. Eat. Sleep. Work. Repeat. This would be an accurate representation of my daily life, apparently I work too hard for shit pay and that's why I've found myself in a rut, at least that's what Hannah says. To be fair we're in the same situation. We both work in an office as secretaries, the only difference between us is that Hannah doesn't care about this place at all, she puts in less than the minimum amount of effort and gets away with it. Oh and not to mention she tries to get through life as if everything is hunky-dory, when we both know it isn't. She won't admit it but she's also in a rut. I know it saddens her that she doesn't have at least a boyfriend, she always told me she'd be married by this time and I always told her she was delusional. I was right.

Truthfully, it's not all doom and gloom. We're still 20 years young, hence why I thought Hannah's marriage goals were unreasonable. She won't admit this either but she hasn't even kissed anyone, however all she seems to talk about is sex. She's your stereotypical horny virgin when it comes to these things.

"Come on Ken! I'm gonna die of hunger if you don't bloody hurry up." Hannah has a habit of dramatising situations. I tell her each time that she doesn't have to wait for me but she doesn't seem to see the point as we live together.

"Okay five more minutes. I'm almost done Hannah."

"Okay and I'm done." Dusting off imaginary debris I stood up.

"That's gotta be a new record, Ken. Three extra hours past what we're paid to work. I'm positive it's just you, me and the creepy crawlies that are left in this place."

"I think you mean the creepy crawlies, you and I. That would be the correct syntax."

"You're lucky you're my best friend Ken." Smiling, I lead the way out of the office. That's some of the lame banter we have.

"What do you fancy having?"

"Chinese. Boring but tasty. It never fails." And that's logic I can't argue with.

Thinking back to when Hannah and I met it wasn't anything special if I'm being honest. It was 5 years ago, when we met in England. That's where Hannah was born, however we met at boarding school. Believe it or not it was a school for delinquents. As you can imagine I'm not a delinquent. I just leave a bad taste in my step mother's mouth and my dad couldn't care less, especially because he has a whole family with her. To put it simply those unrealistic movies where the evil step mother threatens to send away the child she detests to a far away country isn't that unrealistic to me. They don't even know I'm back in America. They left me in England to rot but no matter, Hannah's all the family I need.

But back to how we met, I was by myself in one of the library isles watching Dragonball Z, an isle that just happened to be the one where Hannah came to take naps during various times of the day. Little did I know she was an anime/manga freak and that's how we became friends. Don't worry I did later break it to her that I'm not really a fan of anime like she is, I was just feeling nostalgic so I decided to watch it. I thought she would have dislocated my jaw seeing as she was put in delinquent school by the care system for being just that. A delinquent. Instead she just laughed at the fact that I let her talk my ear off about anime when I clearly wasn't really into it and the rest is history.

Anyways, Hannah has had a rocky life too, as you can imagine you have to be a pretty bad kid to be put into a delinquent boarding school by the care system. We've always been together since that moment though, so I guess I am glad that I was sent to England with no invitation to come back home for Christmas, Easter or even my birthday. It just means I was with Hannah 24/7 seeing that she had no family to go home to. As soon as we graduated from school we decided to come to America and we managed to land our job as secretaries. 2 years later and I can honestly say that back then I didn't expect to still be doing the same old boring routine but hey that's life. We're born to work and then work some more, then it seems that we just die. Sometimes I do wish my life would be more interesting but then I remember this is reality and I'm probably gonna end up dying alone or marrying Chase White. Dying alone is a possibility at the moment.

Chase is the only guy I really give the time of day to mainly because he's the reason we got this job and I see him almost every damned day. Don't misinterpret me. He is a gorgeous specimen but his attitude is rotten and he's very possessive over me and we aren't even dating. Since I work so much I don't really have the time to meet a guy, apart from the ones who just hit on me for my looks on the way to and from work.

Hannah always tells me how lucky I am, but if she would just put in a little more effort I'm sure she'd get way more attention than I do. As I said before she puts in less than the minimum effort in everything she does in comparison to normal people. She's not particularly tall just standing at 5'4, however under the baggy clothes she wears she has an amazing body. Her skin is an amazing rich chocolate and unbelievably smooth, she likes to say her eyes are just a dull brown but I think that's the part of her that looks most alive. All in all she's gorgeous and I'm not just saying that because she's my best friend. If you're wondering what I look like, I'd say we have similar features. For example, we have the same skin tone and eyes except mine are more hazel than brown. Not to mention I'm kinda very tall at 5,11 and I don't have the curves and body that Hannah has, I'm more slender.

"Thanks Mr Xiang." We said in unison, daydreaming isn't really for me. You tend to miss out on chunks of reality on things that have happened or are never going to happen again as I just did.

"He's probably judging us since we buy food from him so often."

"I doubt that Hannah, don't blame your eating habits on poor Mr Xiang."

"Whatever Ken, lets go this way." Sometimes I think that Hannah doesn't have that voice inside her head that should scream danger.

"It's a dark alley and it's 11:53pm. Why would any sane person go down this-." And she's already gone.

"I'm not following you!" I called after her. I know she heard me, she knows she heard me. Right now it's a battle between wits. Will I follow her or will she come back?

"Fuck you, Hannah." Muttering I slowly followed down the alley. 

Heavy footsteps made me freeze for a second until she came barrelling back into me.

"Got scared I see. What was it a spider?." I smirked.

"Kensington, run." That's all she needed to say to get me moving my legs.

"What are we running from and where's our food?" I panted out.

"Fuck the food! Just keep go-." That's all Hannah managed to get out before she went *SMACK* into a lamp post .

"HANNAH, HANNAH, get up!" She's out cold. What do you do in a situation like this? I'm running away from God knows what and now this idiot best friend of mine has K.O'd herself.

"Scusa, donna. You're coming with us." It was that sentence that I heard then pitch black for me...

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A/N

Translations:
Scusa, donna ~ Sorry, woman.

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Just a note that this is rated r and it will become more explicit as the story goes on. That's my warning ✌🏾

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