Mafia Made Love (BWWM) (18+)

MML: Chapter VI

Kensington's POV
You would have thought that after nearly killing someone everyone would have shunned Hannah. That was not the case. It almost seems as if I've been made the outcast, as if I'm the problem.
I got into a heated argument with Ricciardo a few days ago and if I thought people weren't fond of me before they definitely aren't now but that does not matter to me. The feelings of others do not matter to me, as long as I have my work to keep me busy.

However...I kind of miss hearing Hannah's irritating voice prattling away at 100 miles per minute. I always considered my life to be repetitive and boring but I was wrong. As long as Hannah was around I was always in a situation and despite complaining I was always having fun. I took her for granted and now my life really is dull but what hurts me is that she's currently laughing away like I never existed, like I never meant a thing to her.

I guess I only have myself to blame. I treated her really bad when she definitely needed me the most, even worse than usual. I heard her cry herself to sleep for a week straight after the incident and I did nothing. I always expected her to come grovelling back to me with an apology and I would have accepted after making her suffer for a bit, but she never did. She just carried on and I'd rather die and suffer in silence than apologise to her. Am I in the wrong? She'd usually tell me this sort of thing since I 'suppress my emotions' as she's told me several times.

"Hey Kenny!"

"..."

"We're having a movie night later on do you wanna join?" Don't get mad Kensington. Just don't.

"No. Don't you have some illegal mafia activities to attend to? Because personally I have work." I spat out, resuming my erratic typing. I can do 150 words per minute, it doesn't seem that impressive but the average amount of words per minute is usually 40. I'm only able to do so many because when I don't have any work to do, which is rarely, I practice improving the speed of my typing so I can get more work done faster. I aim to increase the amount of words I type each time I practice.

"Actually I do and I'm about to leave now. That's why I said later on. But since we're here do you wanna come?" I stopped my typing abruptly.

"Do I wanna come to your dumb movie night? No I don't. No one would want me there anyway." I said bitterly.

"Oh I didn't realise you were still on the movie night Kenny. I meant do you wanna come with me to do my illegal mafia activities." Teddy mocked me with a childish grin.

Do I want to go with him? 99.9% of me does not want to go but there's still that 0.1% and despite logic it's outweighing the 99.9% and making me curious.

"No thanks." Why am I like this? Why can't I just be like Hannah and live my life on the edge? Sometimes I can't stand myself and how dull I am, it's part of why I'm so skeptical when a guy likes me. They only want me for my body and looks because there's definitely no way it's for my personality. I'm way too bitter and rude for my age and that's why I always say that if Hannah was to put in more effort she'd get way more guys than I do. She's got the looks and the personality to make any guy fall in love with her. I try and act high and mighty with her but I'm jealous of her. Not that I've ever expressed this to her before.

"Come on now Kensington, live a little." Teddy held out his hand towards me with yet another dazzling grin.

As I reached out for his hand it was like time had slowed down. I must be crazy. This might be the most reckless thing I've ever done and I don't do reckless, but there's just something so persuading about the annoying, handsome, sexy jerk in front of me.

"I'm glad you chose to come with me. I always enjoy company when I have business to handle, I must warn you though I hope you have a strong stomach because you just might throw up." Regrettably I took an evidently big gulp and he chuckled at my nervousness.