The next morning I woke up with my leg over the blankets and me snuggling with the pillow next to me. I slowly got up and took a quick shower. I brushed my teeth and put my hair in a bun again because from my sleep my but was too messy and it was falling out.
I looked at the mirror and saw that my cheek was already heeled. Slightly touching it I didn't feel any pain, thank god Chris was there that night. I don't know what could have happened if he wasn't there to save my night.
Quietly, I walked towards the kitchen and decided to make some pancakes. It's my favorite breakfast, plus who doesn't like pancakes?
As I was sleeping I smelt he smell of pancakes, who's in my house? I quickly got up and looked around and realized that I'm not in my house. I never stay at a girls house, I hump and dump. Slowly I walked towards the smell and saw Mia standing there, wearing short pajama shorts and a large t-shirt over her small frame.
Usually when I'm in this position I leave but I guess I can make a small exception for this little beauty.
I wasn't wearing a shirt because it got really hot last night and I just had to take it off.
"Morning," I said walking towards her and looking over her shoulder to see what she was doing.
"Morning, do you want some?" she asked turning her head towards a plate full of pancakes.
"Of course." I agreed and sat down at a table she had in her kitchen.
As we ate I felt like Mia wanted to ask me something but didn't know how. She was playing with some of her food and when she would lift her cup towards her perfect pink lips her hand would shake a little bit. She won't make an eye contact with me and when I try to start a convesation she would answer everything in one word.
"Are you alright Mia?" I asked raising my eyebrow.
She looked at me with wide eyes, "W-well I don't, I mean, I don't know if you are comfortable sharing with me."
"My food? You can have it if you want." I chuckled moving my plate towards her.
She shook her head back and forth, some of hair pieces fell down her face and I really wanted to move the away but stopped.
"No, it's your food eat it. I wanted to ask you something. But if you don't want to talk about it or if it's against the rules I'm fine with it." she rambled, I barely understood what she said. She was like a parrot. A cute one at that.
"Go ahead then."
"What happened last night? Why were you talking to those guys?"
"Oh you mean, in the alley?" I asked.
She nodded her head. "Well it's this gang problem with the drugs."
"D-Drugs?" she asked looking scared.
"Yeah, it's not big deal. Don't get scared. Every gang on this planet has something to do with drugs." I said like it was no big deal.
"Do you do drugs?"
I shook my head, "I'm not going to tell you maybe later. Plus who knows you might be working for the FBI."
"I want to know about the Donati gang, are they really that brutal?"
"The are, and if you ever see one of the gang following you. Run." I said staring at her.
"How do I know it's them?"
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His Bartender (Completed)Short Story
Christopher De Rege is a gang leader that has women jumping at him from left and right. He would use them like tissue every night, but the next day he would always have an eye for one girl. Mia Bellerose is a bartender at the local bar, she always h...