Bred In Violence (A Mafia Romance Book One) #𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏

Chapter 30

He kisses me like he's giving me every kiss he wishes he could have given me in the past, and every kiss he'll wish he could give me in the future.
All at once.

~Colleen Hoover, Confess~

Sophie

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I talked to Raphael in excitement until I fell silent for a while thinking I was boring him.

"What's wrong?" he asked, worried.

"Nothing is wrong" I smiled.

"Then why did you go quiet all over sudden"

"You can barely say a word, I thought I was boring you"

"It's not possible for you to bore me" His voice was soft, his eyes on the road. I slightly leaned on him over the console probably violating a few traffic rules as I relished the freedom to touch him.

"Where are we going?" I was curious to know and Raphael had vehemently refused to disclose our destination, but I didn't care, as long he was with me; I was content to wait it out.

We stopped at a security check, one guy stooped his head to Raphael's side speaking to him in undertones. He almost looked uneasy, a little bit afraid as he tried to explain something to Raphael whose face had become inscrutable and far from the face he gave me.

After a few minutes, the conversation came to an end with the security guy exhaling loudly the minute Raphael said "Okay"

I found it laughable, watching grown men quiver at the site of Raphael while I wasn't. But to be fair, he had intimidated me at the beginning, now I could urgue with him, poke at him whenever and wherever I wanted.

"You know..." I heeved, chuckling, trying to pull him back to his previous mood "It's not fair to make grown men quiver in their boots"

He threw me a cocky smile. "I do not make any grown men quiver...but I could make you quiver in those red sexy heels you're wearing."

His eyes were fixed on me, I knew this look, the look that said he wanted to do more than kiss me but couldn't. It's the look he always gave me those numerous times when he pulled away.

"C'mon" he said softly before he opened his door breaking our connection. I wasn't aware we had stopped again, that's how much he consumed me. He came around to my side, opening the door, holding out his hand to me.

I did not give him my hand immediately, I stalled for a minute or so, just looking at him. But then he breathed "cara" and I took his hand, noticing for the first time that we were not alone.

A few guys had joined us, not close to hear what Raphael was whispering to me, but close enough to form a protective stand around us. I did not know any of them, and looking over at them impulsively pushed me even closer to Raphael.

I was a little afraid considering they all looked menacing, just like those I had seen the night Raphael took me to his club launch.

Two things simultaneously happened, one, I realised we were all standing on a runway and a guy on Raphael's right was handing him a lunchbox with a McDonald's logo-my fries and chicken-he really woke someone up for me.

My eyes wondered in front of us, a sleek jet on the takeoff stole my attention.

What were we doing in an airstrip because this clearly wasn't an airport.

Clearing my throat, I touched Raphael's sleeve, he moved his eyes to me immediately like I knew he would; I became the centre of his attention which I didn't have a problem with, but then I became the centre of everybody's attention which I loathed.