Mafia Servant

Chapter 34 - We all make choices

Yet, to be the ultimate winner, I will have to bid my time.

The warmth of his hands left when Angelo pulls away, his face glowing up in the car as he checks his buzzing phone. Losing my internal struggle to keep myself in check, I took the chance. Leaning my head on the car door, I subtly took peeks at him.

Dark circles and eye bags formed under his eyes, a sign of his absent rest. Lacking the usual care that Angelo showers his own face with, he seems more mature with the growing stubbles. I couldn't tell if Angelo fits the clean-shaven or rugged look more but both are very attractive.

I looked away one second too late when he slides his tongue over his bottom lip, lingering on his silver lip ring. My face heats up at that unforgettable visual treat currently replaying in my head and I slammed into the car window from turning away too fast. 

"Fuck!" I rubbed my nose and frantically tried to open the car door that wasn't locked before. "What's wrong?" Angelo lifted his eyes from the phone screen to look at me, frowning in innocent puzzlement.

Oh it's nothing! I was just staring at your lips and how you licked it so damn sexily. Could you put your lips on mine? The first thought in my head sprouted, shocking myself. Sheepishly, I laughed and exclaimed too excitedly,"Nothing's wrong! I'm fine. You're fine. We're all super fine!"

Angelo raised his eyebrow but said no further, returning to his phone. I sunk into an endless pit of cursing, reprimanding myself for how stupid I am. Knowing that there will be no good from being in an enclosed space with the Mietitore prince, I decided to get out before I pounce on him. He will definitely know what's wrong by then.

"Boss, any other orders? If not, I'm heading off." I tried. Other than wanting to get away from Angelo, I am also in desperate need of a three-hour long shower to wash off all the grime and blood.

He narrowed his eyes at the oversized hoodie and crossed his arms. "Heading where to?" Angelo moved to sit next to me and pulled the back of the hoodie. He apparently saw something that made him snickered a "Huh" and filled my head with question marks. Without a second word, he pulled off the hoodie and threw it out of the window behind him.

I gasped at him, what the fuck? Shoving him aside, I crawled over his body to the open window, to see the hoodie laying on the sandy ground. "What's that for? I have to return that to Cody!" I yelled, eyes still on the hoodie.

"Frolicking with the enemy on first-name basis, Elizabeth?" Angelo asked mockingly. "What? Of course no-" I turned my head back to see him, to find myself in a weird position. I have one knee in front of the other and trapping Angelo's legs in between them as I supported myself with two arms on the car seat. My back was slightly arched and it lifted my ass higher into the air.

Well, Angelo has a perfect view of your flat ass and you got him in between your legs. A very fucking weird sentence and position. Angelo has a smirk on his face as I stopped midway, already noticing what I have just noticed. Slowly, I lifted the knee furthest away and let it join its counterpart. The smirk on his face made me inched away from the prince.

Say something now, Elizabeth! The awkwardness is like you getting called out for ordering a discounted two-person meal set on Valentine's day for your goddamn single self! A tragic true story.

I hid my stab wound with my leather jacket as Angelo has failed to notice it yet. "A new stretching position I've just learnt." I clarified, my mouth feeling too heavy to smile. "Really?" His smirk widened into a wolfish grin as Angelo's eyes lit up in excitement. "It looks awfully similar to a stretching position I know." He continued.