Mafia Made Love (BWWM) (18+)

MML: Chapter XXVI

Hannah's POV
The last time I was this nervous I was being sentenced to 125 years and two weeks in prison. I'd probably prefer the sentence right about now.

I've been raising and lowering my fist for the past 15 minutes now. I know I say I'm no punk bitch, but I don't think I'm ready to face Maxi's parents and his 8 brothers. At one point I actually walked away but then I felt really bad about letting Maxi down, so here I am again.

I took a very, very deep breath and gave the door a sharp rap. Sharper than I intended...did I mention the door had glass panels and that's where my dumbass decided to knock?

My fist went straight through the glass. I heard swearing and hectic movements. My mind went into over draft from panic and I ripped my arm back out of the jagged hole without thinking. Okay...that's a lot of blood.

The door flew open and I stood there, frozen, with a bloody arm and tears in my eyes that were threatening to spill over.

"What the fuck did you do?!" Maxi pushed his way through his siblings- his parents clearly have strong genes, they all look very similar.

"I'm sorry, I'll pay for the door! I didn't mean to do it!" I frantically apologised.

"I don't give a fuck about the door, Hannah! You've literally got glass in your arm and you think that I'm more worried about the door?" He softened his tone and brought me inside.

"Don't worry! I'm here I'm-." It's safe to say that I'm currently perplexed. Maxi's mother was running towards me but tripped on her own feet and sent the first aid kit she was carrying flying.

"Uh, are you okay?" I asked, unsure. I mean this is technically, kinda all my fault.

"Yeah, I'm fine. You're the one who needs to be tended to!" She bounced back up and started working on my arm before I could protest. No offence but I don't trust someone who trips over their own feet to pull bits of glass out of my arm.

"It's fine, Principessa. My mom's a doctor." Maxi reassured, presumably after clocking my facial expression but somehow I still don't feel comfortable. The eyes on me aren't helping in the slightest.

"Here sit down, sweetie." I didn't have much choice because she pulled me into the nearest couch.

"Thanks. I'm sorry about the door again. I didn't mean to. I just got nervous and I wasn't thinking and-." I was cut off by laughter.

"Don't worry about it, sweetie. Truthfully I'm glad you procrastinated about knocking for so long." Aww crap.

"You knew I was out there?!" She gave me a heart stopping smile and waved €50 at me that she pulled out from her dress.

"Yup! And it's thanks to you I was able to win this, I bet that you'd come in." The standards are that low for me they bet on whether or not I'd come in?

"Mom, come on. That's not cool." Maxi interjected, coming to my rescue.

"Oh please! You made the same bet that I did!" I slowly rose an eyebrow at him.

"Woooooow, my own boyfriend? Who can you really anyone trust these days." I fiend being hurt.

"You know you can trust me, Principessa." Maxi carefully scooped me up and put me on his lap, making sure not to interrupt his mother cleaning up my arm.