<𝖤𝗅𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇>

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i discreetly tapped kobe's shoulder to wake him up. he looked at everybody and scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"bruh don't even start, we just fell sleep watching a movie." he said rolling his eyes.
"yeah ri-"
"get out!" kobe said and they rushed out.

"thank you. i hate when people start asking them tires of questions." i said rolling my eyes.

kobe just sat there and i was confused until i looked at him and seen what he was looking at. he was staring right at my lips.

"eyes up here." i smiled.
"i know where they are." he said coming closer.

he kissed me and i was in shock for a bit before kissing back. i wrapped my hands around the back of his neck and he leaned me onto the bed. then the door opened.

"aye, des- woahhh" vallyk said laughing.

i hurried and got up followed by kobe.
"we want doing anything." i quickly said and kobe grabbed me by the neck.

"oh we wasn't?" he asked moving his fingers down a little so he could peck my neck.

"ok please don't tell mike i want to tell him on my own." i said and vallyk shrugged.
"ok it's not like y'all are together right?" vallyk asked.

and before i could answer kobe jumped in.
"no, she can't be involved with the mafia in that way she has no training." he chuckled.

vallyk looked at me then at kobe with widened eyes.
"imma let her hurt you on her own." vallyk said before leaving and closing the door behind him. kobe just looked confused until he looked down at me.

"what's wrong fun-size." he asked.
"you think i don't have training." i laughed.

"you probably can't even take the little kickback off a pistol." he teased.
"mike trained me." i said blankly.
"oh damn." he said because even mike taught kobe a few things.

"right you looking goofy now huh?" i laughed walking towards my door.

he grabbed me by my neck again...
"i like a girl who's dangerous." he smirked before pecking my lips and leaving.

why does he always get to leave the room. i scoffed and headed downstairs to see what was for dinner.



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