Her Mafia Prince ✔️

Chapter 3 - A Girl Girl? Or Just A Girl?

~ Matteo's POV ~

Ignoring the calls of my name I walked straight past the living room heading towards the kitchen. The first thing I did was grab a glass and fill it with whatever alcohol was closest.

By the time I'd finished my second glass I heard someone come into the kitchen behind me.

"Matteo? What's wrong? I was calling you. Leo really misses you..." Jordan's sentence trailed off, probably because she saw me drinking the alcohol. I cleared my throat before I turned around to face her.

Although it had been two years since she had her third child and eight years since she met Adrian in London, she looked exactly the same as she did back then. The only difference was that she had cut her hair.

"What are you doing here?"

"I brought the kids over to see Adrian. Why are you drinking? Did something happen?" She pushed the door closed slightly behind her before she came closer to me, a soft frown on her face. She was so different to Adrian. He would always try and give me his opinion and make me do the right thing whereas Jordan would just let me tell her whatever happened. She would only give me her opinion if I asked her for it.

She's never judged me for anything I've ever told her. Even some of the worst things.

"I hurt someone. Someone who didn't deserve to be hurt."

Jordan took another few steps closer to me before she gently pried the glass from my hand. "Who?"

The room fell silent for a second while I hesitated knowing that if I told her the truth it would definitely open up a whole conversation I wasn't sure I wanted to have.

"Matteo?" Of course she wasn't going to give up.

"A girl." Her mouth formed an 'o' shape and she put the glass down on the counter. "Like a girl girl? Or just a girl?"

"Uh...what's the difference?" The look on her face told me she thought I should have known exactly what she meant.

"Well is she a girl you like? Or just a girl you know?"

"Oh. I don't know...both?" Now it was her turn to be confused at my response. This is exactly why I didn't want to tell her.

"Hang on, let's start this again. How do you know this girl and what did you do?"

Now she wants all the details.

I had to resist the urge to roll my eyes when she sat down waiting for me to start. Before I could start story time, both of us turned around when the sound of the kitchen door opening behind us caught our attention.

You'll never guess who it was.

"What are you guys doing?" Unsurprisingly it was Jordan who seemed more annoyed at Adrian's presence than I was. Considering they're married and very much in love they're really freaking petty.

"We're about to smoke a blunt, what do you think we're doing? We're having a conversation Adrian."

You see what I mean?

"Well don't let me stop you." Adrian leaned against the counter a few feet away from the where Jordan was sitting on the stool.

"The girl is Carlotta's hairdresser, I met her the other day at her hair appointment." Adrian scoffed at this probably because he was remembering the argument we had when I was late for our meeting that same day.