THE MAFIA’S CAPTIVE ANGEL

When Sin was a good distance away, Samantha and I let out a squeal, jumping and clapping hands with each other.

“Okay, I will go tell Zoey while you get ready.” She suggested it, then ran up the stairs to Zoey’s room.

I went up to the room to change into comfortable blue jeans with an off-shoulder black top. We got into the car with Mateo at the front and Samantha, Zoey, and I sitting at the back. Four cars followed us-two in front of us and two behind us. When we got to the mall, we moved to different stores as we tried on different clothes, shoes, bags, and other things.

Right now, I am sitting on the sofa while Zoey and Samantha tried on different dresses; I had already gotten the things I needed, but the other girls couldn’t decide on what they wanted.

I had also gotten a new thong, and I couldn’t wait to show it to Sin. I smiled when I imagined his face and reaction when he saw the sets of thongs. I smiled, and I saw someone in the corner of my eye who looked to have been following us since we got into the mall. He was dressed in a black shirt and trousers with a cap on his head, which helped hide his face, making it hard to identify his look.

I knew for sure that he was watching us. I could feel it. After what happened at Sin’s house in New York and how Mateo got shot and I almost got killed, you could say my senses had become sharpened. I turned to look at the girls; they were chatting among themselves, so I turned my gaze back to the mysterious man but didn’t find him there.

It was like I imagined everything, but I knew better than to think that. I was sure he was somewhere else, watching us.

“Is everything okay, Mani?” Mateo asked, following my glance to look in the same direction the man was.

“Yes, Mat.” I replied, smiling at him. I stood up from the sofa and followed Zoey and Samantha to the cashier, and they paid for their clothes. I was craving ice cream, so I asked Mateo if we could stop for one before heading back home. Mateo wasn’t a fan of the idea but had no other option but to stop for ice cream like I requested.

We went into a small ice cream parlor, and I took a seat with Zoey beside me and Samantha opposite me. Mateo and the rest of the men sat two seats away from us, ordering absolutely nothing.

“I can never get tired of shopping.” Samantha gushed, scooping a ball of vanilla ice cream into her mouth.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Me too.” Zoey backed her up.

“I don’t know how you guys do it, but shopping is very stressful. Well, at least to me.” I whined, not agreeing with them.

I looked out the window to see the man again from across the street. He had a phone in his ear and was talking to someone on the other end of the line. Pretending to be so immense with the call.

“I think it’s best we go.” I say to the girls, standing up.

“why. I’m not done with my ice cream yet.” Zoey complains. I ignored her and walked out of the door with Mateo and the men following after me. I got into the car alone with Samantha. The door swings open, and Zoey enters grumpily. I looked back across the street where I saw him standing, and he was still there, not so discreetly staring at us. I let out a sigh when the car pulled out of the parking lot of the ice cream parlour and headed in the direction of the mansion.

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I was curled up in a position like a foetus, enjoying the feel of the cold sheet on my body. My eyes were slowly closing up, and I wanted to fall asleep again, when all of a sudden I heard a knock at the door.

“Come in,” I said in a croaked voice.

The door swung open, and a young girl in a maid’s uniform walked in. She gave a slight bow with her head before speaking.

“Good afternoon, ma’am. I would like to know if you want your lunch to be brought up to your room,” she asked in a very gentle tone.

At the mention of food, my stomach grumbles even more. I was really hungry.

“Yes, I would like that; thanks,” I responded.

“I will bring it right up, ma’am.” She says so, slightly bowing her head again, then walking out.

I stood up from the bed, stretched my body, and sighed in contentment. I walked into the bathroom to tidy up. I wasn’t showering, but I brushed my teeth. There was no way I was eating anything without brushing; that would just be gross.

After I was done, I walked back out at the same time the maid stepped in; she had a tray of food in her arms. I jumped back on the bed, putting the tray on my lap. In front of me was homemade pasta; the smell was inviting, and I already had an idea who made it.

“Thank Sarah for me.” I said this to the maid as she walked out of the room. I picked up my fork, inhaling the wonderful aroma before I dug in. I had a bite of the delicious, cheesy pasta, and I moaned. It tasted really amazing.

Sarah really was a great cook.

I was enjoying my lunch when the door opened, and Sin came in looking casual. I looked in his direction and gave him a smile, which he reciprocated. He walked towards the bed, taking a seat. I studied his facial expression and noticed he looked pissed.

And voicing my thoughts, I asked “What is it?” He raised his dark eyes to mine, and I nearly gasped at the intensity of them. They were dark and dangerous, and they pinned me to the bed. I stared back deeply into his eyes, not blinking. His wide-ranging eyes clashed with mine as I waited for him to respond.

“I had interrogated the man who shot me.” He says trying to control his anger. “I’m just pissed by what he said. That’s all, bambina.”

I nodded in understanding, picking up my fork. The pasta was getting cold, and I knew he wasn’t going to tell me more about it since he wanted to keep me out of the mafia’s business, so I didn’t ask any further questions. I wanted to finish the pasta so I could spend time watching my favorite soap opera. I went to lift the fork up to my mouth when a long finger wrapped around the plate.

I raised an eyebrow at Sin, but was welcomed with a devilish smirk on his face as he attempted to pull the tray to himself. I wasn’t going to let him have my food, so I held on tightly to the plate, and the grip on the fork tightened as well.

“Get your own; this one is mine.” I told him, narrowing my eyes at him. I had no intention of sharing my food with anyone.

An amused look crossed his face. “I want this one, bambina.” Sin said, moving the tray for my leg. I put the pasta on the fork and quickly put it in my mouth, then moved to take the plate from his grasp.

“This one is mine,” I answered stubbornly.

“You’re mine, which makes it mine as well.” His lips stretched into a slight grin, and his eyes twinkled with pride.

My breath cut into my throat at how devilishly handsome he looked right now. When I finally managed to register his words in my mind, a blush rose on my cheeks, and my hold on the tray flattened. He pulled the tray completely out of my grasp and took the fork in my other hand before placing the tray on his lap. I looked at him in surprise, and he winked, twirling the fork around the pasta and bringing it up to his mouth. I just sat there, baffled, as he continued to eat my lunch.

After he was done, he placed the tray on the table, pressing a bell I had no idea existed at the side of the bed. Not two seconds later, the young maid who had served me my lunch knocked before coming in after Sin’s command. He pointed to the tray and said something to her, but I wasn’t listening.

The maid nodded, taking the tray along with her as she walked outside. Sin, on the other hand, was looking at my reaction with an amusing glint in his eyes. He walked towards me, kissed my forehead, and then walked to enter the bathroom.

Did I just lose my lunch?

I couldn’t even be sad at that because he made it up to me. I had no idea what he told the maid, but she walked in thirty minutes later with two boxes of pizza, chips, and ice cream.

Who was I to complain?