Mafia Desire (Erotica) novel Chapter 28

Chapter 28
I felt terrible as I looked down at my hands. I was the one who drew him in and nearly killed him. I was embarrassed because I didn't want him to be angry with me.

My eyes welled up with tears. I quickly wiped them away and relaxed.

Sure, he could be upset with me, but how should I know he couldn't swim when he had a pool in his backyard?

I stood up, wrapped my towel around my chest, and entered the house. I was relieved to see Andrew was nowhere to be found; I couldn't deal with him right now. I dashed up the stairs and into my room, closing and locking the door behind me.

I took off my towel and walked over to my bathroom. I jumped into the shower and let the hot water burn my skin. I brushed my hair and teeth and walked into my room after the entire bathroom had filled with steam.

I went through my closet and pulled out some shorts and a t-shirt. I threw them on and crawled under my warm blankets.

I closed my eyes and hoped that Andrew would be in a better mood by tomorrow.

I woke up to my alarm and rolled out of bed; I was exhausted and wanted to explore, but I knew I had work to do.

I stood by the doorway, dressed, waiting for Andrew. I decided to go look for him because it had been 15 minutes and I was going to be late.

I went upstairs and began opening doors in search of him; I opened one door and stared in awe. It was larger than any other room, including mine, had a king-sized bed in the center, and I could tell it belonged to Andrew based on the colors.

I searched the room for him, but there was no sign of him, so I sighed and shut the door.

I kept looking for him until I opened a door and saw Andrew behind a desk at the far end of the room.

I quietly knocked on the side of the door while he was signing some papers, not knowing if he was still upset about yesterday.

He furrowed his brows as he looked up at me. He was still enraged.

I walked in, rolling my eyes. As much as I felt sorry for him, he needed to put on his big boy pants, build a bridge, and move on.

"What exactly do you want?" He scoffed, as if he were capable of saying anything.

Rude.

"I need to get to work, so let's go." I said as I approached his desk.

"Oh, I forgot to mention that Dalia will be staying with her grandparents for a few weeks." He continued his work, he said.

"OK, so what should I do in the meantime?" I inquired.

"I don't mind." He murmured.

When I remembered something, I rolled my eyes and began to walk away.

"When are you meeting Travis?" I inquired.

Andrew dropped the pen and clenched his fists as soon as I asked. "Today." He grumbled.

"All right, I'll accompany you." I said.

"He's coming here, and you're not going near him." He screamed.

"Let's get one thing straight, just because I'm giving you another chance and living with you doesn't mean you have any authority over me," I said as I turned around. I'm going to see who I want and do whatever I want." I walked out of his office, spitting.

"AVAAA" he screamed as I stormed out of his office.

I turned around to see him right in front of me.

"I am the leader of America's largest and most dangerous Mafia; do what I say or I will..." He exclaimed loudly.

"What will you do? Kill me? Go ahead and do it." With rage in my voice, I said. I wasn't a possession, I wasn't his to own, and he needed to know that I'd rather die than be told what I could and couldn't do. Even if he was the leader of a Mafia, a donkey with anger issues would not be tolerated.

Before he could react, I grabbed his gun and then his hand from his waistband, where his gun was peeking through his jacket. I slapped the gun into his hand after forcing his hand open.

"Shoot me." I said it solemnly, staring him down.

When he looked at the gun and then at me, the anger in his eyes faded and he appeared almost sad.

"If you don't kill me, I'll continue to do what I want." I turned away from him and went to my room.

I shut the door behind me and lay in my bed, staring at the ceiling. I was angry but mostly numb; but I wasn't happy neither am I afraid of death. There seemed to be nothing to live for, and Sylvester had shown me that there were worse things than death.

I became lost in thought and then heard the front door open. I jumped out of bed, hoping it was Travis.

While I was watching her, she started to stir in her sleep. I watched as her body tensed, indicating that she had awoken.

She jerked slightly before regaining consciousness. She then turned her body to look at me. "Jesus Christ, Andrew, can you not keep an eye on me?" She stated this while sitting up.

"Yeah, I'm leaving right now." I shrugged and walked away from her room, knowing she'd come after me.

Three...

Two...

One...

"Andrew, bring your ass back here." She yelled as she approached me down the hall. I knew she was going to protest what happened outside her apartment, so I decided to put a stop to it.

I turned around and pressed my lips against hers, gazing into her gorgeous brown eyes. It only took a half-second for her to kiss me back; she liked me, whether she admitted it or not.

I licked her lips, requesting entrance, and then shoved my tongue into her mouth. She fought me, attempting to dominate me, and to be honest, it drove me insane. She fought with mine until she gave up, leaving me victorious.

Ava knew she was mine, and there was nothing she could do about it. I bit her bottom lip, causing her to moan, and let her go before she could pull me back in.

I walked into my office, grinning, knowing that I had just left her angry and hungry for more.

I walked over to my desk and began working on some paperwork; a few of our men had been arrested and I needed to get them out. Aside from having the largest Mafia in the United States, I also had a large number of contacts in the government and law enforcement.

When you threaten their family, it's easy to get people to do your work quickly and efficiently.

I laughed when I saw a photo of a congressman and his family eating lunch, his daughter across from him and his wife beside him. I just needed to call him, threaten him, and he'll do whatever I want.

I picked up my phone and dialed his number.

Ring....

I hate it when people can't pick up their phones.

Ring...