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Morgan Rivero is the leader of the most powerful mafia in the country. Romeo Mazzaro, also known as Lucifer, is the leader of the second most powerful mafia, and is rapidly catching up.
Morgan is set to make Romeo, the heartless gang le...
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•Morgan•
I wake up to Romeo getting dressed, coughing his guts out. "I knew it. You're sick".
"I'm not", he grumbles. "I'm fine", he sneezes.
"I'm sure you are", I roll my eyes, sitting up against the headboard.
"Your sarcasm is not appreciated", he buttons his trousers before pulling his jacket on.
"You can't go to work like that".
"It's just a cold, I'll be fine", he pulls his shoes on.
"Yeah, it may be just a cold, but it could get worse. And plus, if you go to work, you won't get better quick", he walks over to me to try and kiss me but I move away. "Not while you're sick", he grumbles. "How did you even catch a cold?" He shrugs.
"I'm going now", he stands but I push him back down on the bed.
"You can't go to work while you're sick", I repeat, holding him on the bed with my legs. Suddenly, I'm laying on my back with Romeo leaning over me. How did that happen? "I swear, if you get me sick", I murmur under my breath as he leans his face closer to mine. I narrow my eyes at him, trying to move my hands that he's holding above my head. His eyes roam down my body, seeing my shirt rolled up just below my chest; I use this as an opportunity to push him off me with my feet. "I'm guessing I'm not going to be able to stop you from going to work so, I'm going to go look for a job today".
"Trust me, as much as I'd love to stay home with you, my dad's been bugging me lately and I have to go see him today", I nod, walking over to his closet to grab one of his T-shirt's. "I'll try and be home as quick as I can, though", he checks the time on his phone before looking back at me. "What are you doing?" He chuckles nervously as he watches me turn around, changing into his T-shirt.
"I'm getting changed", I say in a 'duh' tone.
"You really don't want me to go to work, huh?" He walks up behind me once I have his shirt on, wrapping his arms around my waist. "I'm gonna be late", he mumbles into my neck, placing soft kisses there before lightly sucking the same spot. I feel his teeth lightly graze it, making me shudder. "I really have to go", he mutters however, he doesn't stop.
"Then go", I whisper, my breathing heavy as I lift my arm, playing with his hair. Suddenly, he spins me around, gripping my waist and smashing his lips on mine. My arms instinctively wrap around his neck, pulling him closer as his mouth moves against mine. He walks forward, pushing me against the wall beside his closet. I open my mouth, letting his tongue fight against mine. Eventually, he pulls away, breathlessly, I lean my forehead on his. He then turns his head, sneezing into his arm. "If I get sick, I'm never going to kiss you again", I grumble, pushing him backwards. My eyes trail down slightly. "You might wanna go take a cold shower", I stifle a laugh, making my way into the en-suite, looking in the mirror. My eyes widen when I see the purple mark on my neck. "Hey", I walk back out, pointing to my neck. "You did this".
