Mafia Made Love (BWWM) (18+)

MML: Chapter XXIII

Translations at the end.
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Hannah's POV
"Here. Drink up." I wearily eyed the strange looking liquid Maxi held in front of me.

"No thanks." He clicked his tongue in frustration, it seemed like he wanted to force my mouth open and pour the drink down my throat.

"You need to drink something warm, it'll help with the shock. It's just hot chocolate. I know you don't like coffee, at least you didn't the last time I checked." His mannerism softened slightly.

"Why's it cream coloured? Hot chocolate is meant to be brown, please refer to this melanin if you're having trouble understanding that." I gestured to myself, rolling my eyes. As if I'd ever accept food or drink from him that required preparation. Maxi can't cook for shit and that's a fact. The 'hot chocolate' almost looks as toxic as our relationship, so I'm gonna give it a hard pass.

"Don't be so dramatic. I followed the instructions perfectly." He said frowning.

"Drink it then." I said smoothly.

He gritted his teeth and took a big gulp without hesitation and in no more than a few seconds that same poisonous drink was being sprayed all over the floor.

I wanted to hold my laughter in, I really did but I couldn't help the hysterics that came over me. I rarely get to see this goofy side of Maxi.

"Alright I get it. It wasn't that funny." He glared, but the evident smile shone through.

"I'll make my famous hot chocolate." I teased, getting up and grabbing the mug from him. I took out another mug and started to make our drinks as he cleaned up his mess in silence.

I slid him his mug and brought mine to my lips, avoiding eye contact. I'm not ashamed of what happened per se, I'm more embarrassed that I let Maxi see me in that state. I feel like he's truly seen how broken I actually am and I hate that.

"Are we gonna discuss what just happened earlier?"

"What happened earlier?" I asked Maxi, feigning innocence. I'd rather just forget what happened. It's not like a cold, evil gangster like him would understand anyway.

"Now that's not fair Hannah. I'm definitely not cold." Maxi gave me a chilling stare to go along with his not-so-subtle insinuation. I really have to stop talking out loud.

"Maxi I don't wanna talk. I'm tired of talking when no one is even listening to me." I cannot keep up with this. My mental exhaustion is all too real.

"I'm listening."

"Please, you're the last person I want to talk to. We both know how this is going to go. We're gonna attempt to talk it out, then we'll get into an argument, then it'll end with you calling me a whore, prostitute or whatever else you feel like calling me in that moment." Im getting bored of this now.

I sighed and hopped out of my seat.

"Where are you going?" He asked, blocking my path.

"Back to my place. I want to shower and get in bed." I replied, unbothered.

"Stop fucking with me Hannah." His temper flared up immediately.

"I'm not 'fucking with you'." I said mocking him.

"There's nothing to discuss! We're bad for each other! I'm fucking teetering on the edge all the time and your temper has clearly gotten worse! What makes it worse is that you're still a member of the mafia and an important one at. I don't want to get dragged into another Daniil situation to just get left behind again so forgive me if I don't want to fucking discuss things with you!." My chest heaved aggressively after off-loading my grievances.