Mafia King ✔

Chapter 5

"Get off me!"

I pushed him away with all my force. He didn't budge at first and when he finally did, I immediately wiped my lips from his DNA.

"Oh, I never really had anyone like you before." His chuckle had meaning and purpose.

"Please. Stop being so goddamn cliche." I retorted, still angry of the kiss.

"But it makes me like you even more, amore."

"It's Hailynn."

He smirked. "I know."

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"I have a question." My palms kept brushing my thighs with the hopes of distracting myself from nervousness. I sat at the edge of the couch with a rigid posture. Angelo... or Dante was sitting on the other end, texting on his smartphone with his elbow propped on the armrest, leg crossed the other. He was relaxed yet tensed at the same time. I pity the other end of the line. Well, considering the ugly scowl on his face, it must be bad news.

"What?" He answered flatly with an edge. Clearly he was trying not to snap at me.

"Am I allowed to go out? Or am I just stuck here doing all the chores? I'm pretty sure this whole place ran out of dust or dishes to wash."

"What, so you could tell someone that you're living with a mafia?" His face was still on his phone.

I frowned. "I told you I'm not that stupid but I really can't stay here forever."

He finally looked at me. "You won't. You're going with me to Italy."

I snorted. "Yeah, tell that to Avery." My face scrunched when I realized something. "Where are your men, Dante? Are you sure you're really a mafia boss or just some random criminal whom I witnessed murdering someone?"

Sometimes I wonder myself that when I start talking to him, I suddenly get comfortable to the point of forgetting that I get nervous and scared before I initiate a conversation with him.

He smirked. I don't know why he's even happy with me doubting his status. "Say my name again, amore." He tosses his phone to the side and starts crawling towards me. I scoot closer to the edge, almost sitting on the armrest. "You're the only one I allow saying my name."

I ignored his movement and instead asked him another question. "Why does Avery call you Angelo?"

He stopped midway, almost hovering me. He leaned back only to sit beside me and annoyingly too close for my comfort. He rested his back languidly on the backrest, placing his right arm behind me. "Everyone who knew me calls me Angelo, a nickname that grew on me. My men call me capo or don and there are some who call me Sol. As for the answer to your question. I have my men here but I try to be discreet and not give away who I am. They are blending in and trying to act like normal citizens here. But if something goes wrong, they will in no doubt act instantaneously. And they basically just await my orders. Trust me, amore, you don't want to know or see them."

"Oh." I answered rather blankly. He's right. If I see them, I'm pretty sure I'll be scared shit of him again. "Is Angelo your surname?" I asked again, deciding to let go of the topic of his men. I remember him reciting all of his names.

"It's Di Angelo. I'm pretty much the prince of the family thus everyone calling me Angelo."

I snorted a laugh. "That's so ironic considering what you do. You should be called diavolo."

He smirked playfully. "So you knew an italian translation for devil and yet not for amore."

I glared at him. "It was some random fact I read from Ethan's book."