My Mafia King (under major editing)

6.

Crystal's pov
I woke up snuggling up to something warm I open my eyes, and I realized it was Ian. I jumped back, oh my god I slept in Ian's bed last night.

"What's wrong." He asks rubbing his eyes and yawning

"I'm sorry, I didn't even mean to sleep on your chest a-and I didn't mean to intrude. " I say

"No it's fine I enjoyed you staying in here. It was nice to not be lonely." He says smiling sweetly

"Okay" I say looking down looking at the shirt I put on yesterday.

"It looks nice on you." He says and I look at him confused.

"It's my old shirt I left a couple of them in there because I don't know what to do with them." He explains

"Oh, okay, I was a little confused." I admit rubbing the back of my neck

"Hey If you don't mind telling us, we need to know your address so that we can track down your parents more easily." He says his tone now having a more serious edge to it.

"Oh yeah, I suppose that would make it easier." I say as anxious laughter escapes my mouth "we live at 14752 Parker lane."

He looks shocked

"W-what's wrong?"I ask

"That's on the violent end of town." He answers and I nod

"Yeah well, I didn't really have a say in the matter." I add "they wanted a place where they could fly under the radar. Where when the hit me and I cried no one would hear or care." I started to tear up and unshed teardrop sitting at the edge waiting to be pushed off.

He pulled me into a tight hug, I felt safe in his arms.

No, Bad Crystal you shouldn't feel this way you only met him yesterday. And it's because he kidnapped me. I pulled away slightly and looked him in the eyes.

He has the sweetest brown eyes. No no no, dammit Crystal. I looked down and he put a finger under my chin and lifted my head up.

"Do you want breakfast?" He asks smiling, " I can cook."

"Yeah sure." We crawl out bed, he intertwines our fingers and leads me to the kitchen.

I feel like I shouldn't let him hold my hand. He's probably killed people before, I mean he is the leader of a gang.

Should I ask him, No nO No I shouldn't. But I really want to know. When we get to the kitchen he leads me to an island and I take a seat on a bar stool. And he walks over to a pantry.

"Do ya want pancakes, I want pancakes! Oh and we could have bacon and eggs, what do you think?" He asks excitedly.

"That sounds great, I haven't had that much food all at once in forever." I respond.

He looks back at me and smiles I smile back.

"How many pancakes do you want?" He asks while mixing batter.

"Two, please" I say excitedly.

He nods and grabs a pan and pours some of the batter in it. While he was waiting for the pancakes to be ready to flip he ran over to the fridge and grabbed a pack of unopened bacon he set it down and flipped the pancakes then he got another pan and opened the pack of bacon, and set it in the pan before washing his hands and taking the pancakes out of the pan and set them on a plate.

He continues this process for a couple more minutes. Then, he set down a plate with pancakes and bacon and eggs. And I was drooling, it looked amazing.

"Thanks," I say as he sits down next to me with a plate of his own, "I've never met a guy who could cook before.".

"Well I can." He says cutely while handing me the maple syrup.

"I can see that." I say and I pour syrup on my pancakes and take a bite. "Yumm"

"Well I'm glad you like them." He says while taking a bite of bacon.

We finish our breakfast and he stands up and says " okay, I would love to stay and hand out, I really would but, I'm gonna go track down your parents."

"Okay" I say and stand up, he gives me a small hug and I blush.

"Your cute when you blush" He says and walks away.

I blush even more, dammit Crystal he's a GANG LEADER.