Dilara

Chapter 94:

'Of course, I was going to go have a nap now anyways.' She says, rubbing her baby bump.

'Thank you,' I reply. I quickly hug her, grab my phone and go outside.

I wait on the steps , leading to my porch, when a car parks in front of me.

'Get in Di,' Christianto says.

I get in the seat next to him and he drives off.

'What happened?' He asks.

'So Alessandro planned a birthday party for me at his house.' I explain. 'And I was drunk and went to the toilet, then I decided to speak to Adriano.'

I pause, and look down.

Christianto parks the car and turns to face me.

'What did you guys argue again?' He asks.

I shake my head.

'A girl came out of his room wearing his sweatpants and a bra.' I reply.

'Shit...' he mutters.

Christianto hugs me and I relax in his scent. I look up at him and wipe my eyes.

'You know he's an asshole,' he says. 'The boss already told you.'

'Why did you guys help me?' I ask.

His eyes dart down to my lips.

'The boss doesn't want to see you hurt.' He explains. 'There's too much collateral damage going on.'

'And what about you?' I ask.

'What?' He breathes.

'Why did you want to help me?' I ask.

'Because I see something special in you,' he says. 'You know if you ever felt unsafe or fed up, you can always come to me and Dominico will welcome you with open arms.'

His dark brown eyes dart down to my lips again and he licks his.

'Thank you,' I breathe.

He leans in and so do I.

Should I?

Fuck it.

I press my lips onto his and he relaxes at my touch. He pulls me onto his lap and my back rests against the steering wheel.

My arms wrap around his neck and his hands cling onto my waist for dear life.

He pulls me closer to him and starts kissing me more aggressively, and I return the kiss.

He pulls away and we rest our foreheads against each other.

'Happy Birthday Di,' he breathes.

'Thank you,' I reply.

He moves my hair from my face and smiles at me.

'Where do you want to go now?' He asks.

'Mc Donalds?' I ask.

'Sure,' he replies.

'But we have to go Starbucks first.' I say.

'Iced caramel coffee?' He asks.

'You really are a stalker.' I laugh.

I move back to my seat and Christianto starts driving.

'You know I still have that scar from when I scared you in the toilets.' He says.

He pulls up his shirt and I see the still fresh knife scar across his abs.

Damn.

'Take a picture it'll last longer,' he smirks catching me staring.

'You deserved that.' I reply, looking out of the window. 'You fucking scared me.'

'Yeah I could tell,' he rolls his eyes.

'Just shut up and buy me food.' I laugh.

'Listen just because you're now nineteen doesn't mean you can boss me about.' He says.

I cross my arms.

'You don't seem to be stopping me,' I say, raising an eyebrow.

'Well, maybe I enjoy it.' He smirks.

We get my iced coffee and drive to Mc Donalds.

I pay for our food and we drive somewhere to eat in peace.

'You know, I would really like you to consider joining our mafia.' Christianto says.

'Really?' I ask.

'Yeah, we could use someone like you.' He replies.

'Is it ok if I have time to think about it?' I ask.

'Sure,' he says.

*AUTHORS NOTE*
Do you think Dilara's going to join them? Or do you guys want her to join them?

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