GUYS. HI.
I still haven't had surgery which is frustrating, I don't even know what's going on..
I have a bloody chest infection and it's the time of the month D: it's just shittttttt. I HATE WINTER. But I wrote a long chapter :D?
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It felt like a death trap, why would my mother want Rafael to come for dinner?
I thought of ideas, maybe to poison him? Maybe to embarrass me in front of him? To scare him off?
I snorted, when I thought about Rafael getting scared off by my parents, angry men three times his size couldn't scare Rafael.
Oh god, this couldn't be happening.
They made it clear they didn't like him or anything I liked for that matter..
My thoughts stop bombarding me as I walked through Rafael's apartment, he had given me a key now, I asked him if he was sure but he insisted it was for protection so I could come whenever and sleep there, because it made him feel better when I was with him so nothing could happen.
Sounds of loud bashing on hard wood were coming from the inside of the apartment, I was about to call Rafael just in case it was an uninvited guest until-
"OPEN THE FUÇKING DOOR, MARCO.. O QUE DIOS ME AYUNDE, VOY A DERRIBARLA!" Yep that was Rafael's voice, but I had never heard him in such rage. I walked towards where he was, a little stunned to see him in a black tailored suit, I was so used to seeing him in casual clothes, but I couldn't pass up the opportunity to appreciate how well his back and bum were looking.. Rafael could wear anything and still look hot.
Rafael was about to bang on the door again when Marco's sleepy head opened the door, pretty pissed off as well. "Dios mio Rafael, give me a fuçking break." He grumbled, rubbing his grey eyes, before they adjusted on me standing behind Rafael. "Well, good morning mamacita." Marco winked at me, firstly it was way pasted morning.. it was four-thirty two in the afternoon to be exact, and secondly I looked like crap, I was sweaty and still in my gym gear from work.
"Good afternoon, Marco." I gave him a teasing look before Rafael turned around to look at me, his rage died down a little. "And hello, mi hombre." I fluttered my eyelashes at Rafael, before I grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him. I loved the way his eyes lit up at the new words leaving my mouth. I was learning some Spanish when I had some time, mi hombre was 'My man.'
"He estado pensando en ti." He whispered, before I took a step back since him and Marco were in the middle of something. His eyes gazed over me before he took a long exhale, like he just wanted to grab me and take me to bed and lay there. I understood those words, which I was proud of, he said he's been thinking about me.
Rafael turned his attention back to Marco. "Get fuçking dressed, shipment didn't come, there's over one mill of drugs on that ship and if we don't sort this before Fabio finds out he'll have both our heads."
Marco rolled his eyes before shuffling around and mumbling. "Ay papi, we both know you're his fuçking favorite now."
I laughed at the way Marco sarcastically called Rafael Papi in a high-pitched girl voice.
But If there was shipment problems that meant Leo was behind it..
"Callaté and hurry up. I got things to do." Rafael barked out, grabbing his phone and texting someone.
"Rafael, the last thing I want to do is put my nose where it belongs and piss you off but is Leo behind this? Did he delay the shipment?" I asked him warily, Leo is treading on dangerous grounds if he is, he always thought he was invincible.
Rafael sighed, putting his phone away and walked over to me, to cup my face. I hope he can't notice how oily my hair is.. I really need to shower.
"Diosa, I don't want you thinking about this stuff. It's nothing, Leo is just playing games and I'm-" Rafael screwed up his face like he was thinking about shoving a brick up Leo's bum. "I'm going to sort it."
"Okay I won't think about it. I don't doubt that you will sort it, but I couldn't help but notice you're in a suit." I raised my eyebrow, teasingly before I let my hands grab his firm bum. Yeah I can do that whenever I want now.
"That's because Fabio's upgraded him from Hitman to acting underboss until his back from Sicily!" Marco called out. He sounded a tad irritated. "Trying to boss me around and shít." He added.
"Oh, job promotion hey?" I couldn't help but joke but Rafael just narrowed his eyes in a 'Haha you're so funny.' Way. "I'm just kidding, you guys have fun." Rafael pouted when I tried to pull away.
"I need to go have a long hot bath bubble bath." I pouted back. "Because you insisted we go to my parents house when I said we don't have to go."
"I got a few minutes to join that bubble bath." Rafael licked his bottom lip, liking the idea in his head. As much as I liked that idea, I rolled my eyes teasingly at him. "And I need to make a good impression on your parents." He couldn't keep a straight face.
We both laughed.
They already think he's a tattooed trash criminal.
Rafael sighed, bringing my lips desperately to his, that addictive taste on my tongue again.
I pulled back slowly, with a small smile.
Wait.
"Why is Marco taking so long." I frowned; Rafael frowned too and walked to Marcos room to peak a look.
"Dios mio, MARCO! Despierta! WAKE UP!" Rafael yelled, going into Marcos room.
Poor Marco, I don't think he got home till six in the morning.
I let the two be and treated myself to a shower and a bath because I was filthy at the moment.
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"Just do it."
"No no, I can't." I shook my head, hiding behind Rafael; he was so rolling his eyes at me.
"I'll do it then." He sighed, and before I could say something and run down away, he did the doorbell. And it begins, the button that will begin the night of horror.
I'm so not overacting..
Rafael was still wearing his black suit, but without the skinny tie, he took it off and opened the top few buttons of his dress shirt.
I was wearing a grey high waisted Maxi skirt and a peachy pink crop top, but to cover the bit of skin on my stomach that was showing, I put a gold belt. And of course, my gold bohemian looking sandals. I was dreading winter again, which sucked because Chicago is friggin' freezing in winter.
Rafael pulled me to his side, just when the door opened and revealed my mother, and my father standing behind her.
"We're so happy you could join us." My mother smiled dearly at me, was she just good at holding a fake smile or was I imagining it?
"Yes, come in." My father added,
Just when they were about to let us in, and Rafael was about to take a step towards the door, I put my hand out.
"Wait, one question." I said, taking a cautioned look behind me, maybe I can still run? "You're not planning on having Leo show up are you? Or maybe he's already inside?"
Rafael looked amused and looked at my parents.
"No, of course not.. We don't speak to him often." My mother said, my father screwed up his face but quickly walked inside.
Rafael stretched his arm out, waiting for me to go first. What a gentleman.
As I took a step in Rafael slapped my ass, and I gasped a little, quickly looking over to my mother if she saw but she kept walking.
"I love it when it jiggles." Rafael whispered lowly, in my ear before he caught up to my parents in the living room. I thought about giving payback but I could wait till later.
"Thank you for inviting me into your home." Rafael said politely, shaking my parents hands. I loved how he was trying to stop his Spanish accent but oh honey, please don't.
I heard my father say. 'Yeah, since the first time you weren't invited.'
I resisted the urge to call him out, when my nostrils got a whiff of my mothers food. Oh my god, I can smell chicken parmigiana.. It's my damn favorite.
She is so trying to buy my love with food.
I remember when she used to try and lure me out of my room with food. Whether she cooked it or not she'd make sure to fan the smell to my room and wait for me to come jolting out like a Lion to its prey.
I was startled at my stomach grumbling.
"Hungry already, sweetie?" She asked, with a grin, oh she knew what she was doing.
"Maybe, kinda, sorta." I mumbled, lord give me food.
"Rafael, would you like dinner now?" My mother asked him.
"If you and Mr. May, would like to. I have no problem." He gave her a charming smile that made my mother blush and walk into the kitchen. That damn charming-panty-dropping smile
"Let's move into the dining room then." My father said, waiting for me to move along.
The dining room was set up elegantly with my mother's favorite plates, silvery and candles, on the long dark wood table my parents got from my Aunty in New York. They only ever set the table like this when they had important guests..
"Please, sit down." My mother cooed, putting a hot dish of chicken parmigiana on the table and opening the lids of the steaming vegetables and baked potato.
We sat down, Rafael and I on one side, and my mother and father on the other.
She placed a chicken on each of our plates before sitting on her chair.
"How's work, sweetie?" My mom asked me, while we all filled our plates.
"Good.. It's keeping me fit and busy, like I wanted. How about you dad? How's work?" I asked, eating a fork full of rocket salad.
My mother poured us each of her favorite white wine. She always did it. I don't think Rafael was a wine guy though.
"Stressful, but fine." He nodded, cutting into his chicken before he eyed Rafael, who was happily taking a sip of his wine. I guess he liked any alcohol. "What about you Rafael? What do you do?"
Rafael coughed, before clearing his throat and putting his glass down. "I'm a businessman.."
"What kind of businesses?" My father eyed him down, okay this is happening.
"My step father owns a lot of the clubs and shops in Chicago." Rafael wasn't going to crack, he was smart, he rested his hand on my leg, squeezing a little, he mentioned before he loved the material of my skirt.
"Well that's lovely." My mother said before my father could say another word. "What do your parents do?"
Okay I should have talked to my parents and mentioned to them on what not to ask.
"My parents passed away, they haven't been with me for a long while now." Rafael let go of my leg and continued to eat.
"I'm sorry to hear that." My mother said sincerely, before it fell silent.
"Dad, you like Soccer right?" I asked him, I had to bring up something.. Any male was up to talking about sports.
"I do." As soon as I said that I was thankful there was a bit of conversation going on between them about the World Cup and UEFA champion league.
Yes, lure my dad in; make him realize he's wrong about you.
"I'm excited that Stephanie and Evan are trying, grandchildren would be an amazing present." My mother said, not sure why I imagined children wrapped up in paper. But my thoughts then went to the life I once had in my belly.. A life.. "I miss having babies to hold."
I almost choked on a tomato and Rafael immediately patted my back, stopping what he was doing to pour me a glass of water.
I took it and gave him a smile that told him I was okay; I know that he heard what my mom said.
"Sweetie, you need to chew your food before you swallow." She tutted me, I clenched my glass, it's okay, that's just how mother is. Things like this didn't make me feel bad for not telling her I was pregnant.
"I apologize." I fake smiled, "So Mom, why did you invite us over?" Yep, that's it.. I'm laying it on the table.
"I just wanted to see my daughter and her new friend." My mom frowned, her little innocent 'How could you ask a question like that?' Look.
I felt Rafael's hand on my thigh, steadying my rage.
"My new friend? You mean my boyfriend." I rose an eyebrow at her, my dad sat there chewing his food slowly.
"Yes your friend that's a boy." She smiled sweetly, Rafael coughed and squeezed my thigh, he must of known I wanted to say.. 'Yes, my friend that fuçks me with his diçk.' Well he did.. We haven't in a while.
"I honestly don't know why you have a problem with Rafael? Is it his charming smile? His polite manners? His friggin' gorgeous eyes? The fact that he's saved me more than once?" I threw these questions at her, her face showing that she couldn't catch them. I didn't mean to put Rafael in an awkward position.
"He saved you more than once?" My father frowned, all eyes on me now.
I nodded, taking a side glance at Rafael who was gazing at me softly, I put my hand over his.
"Yes, from these guys that were going to kidnap me.. then some guy broke into my apartment and Rafael was there to save me.. he's literally saved my life from death." I mumbled on, finishing my glass of wine because the water wasn't what I needed anymore. I didn't mention that Rafael had broken in once..
The air felt different, and it seemed everyone was finished eating.
"I wish you talked to me, sweetie. You never talk to me." My mother's eyes watered, please not the water works, that makes me feel bad.
"It's hard mom, all I've wanted if for you guy's to be proud of me when I was younger, I failed at that and all I want is for you to be happy for me because I'm happy." I bit my lip, the heaviness in my chest was lifting. I entwined my hand with Rafael's.
"Christina, you've never failed us.. I'm sorry we made you feel that way. Sometimes we feel like we know what's best for you." My father spoke up, eyeing Rafael and I.
"But that's the problem, sometimes you don't.. I'd just wish you'd stop making it hard, Rafael's not going anywhere." I sighed, and looked at Rafael for a moment, a small smile sitting on his lips and that beautiful twinkle in his eyes.
My mother gave us both a genuine smile when she saw how we looked at each other.
"Sweetie, I'm sorry for judging too soon, I'll be happy for you." She said, I looked over at my father and his jaw was twitching.
"Me too." He nodded.
We ate my mother's red velvet cake for dessert, complete utter heaven in my mouth. Rafael enjoyed it, him and my father talked more about cars, sports and random things that were on the news.
My father decided to show Rafael his 'Man cave.' it had a pool table, lounges, a bar, darts.. Basically anything boys liked to do.
My mother and I cleaned up until it was spotless, It was eleven already and I was way beyond tired, I'm sure Rafael was too.
Just before I went into the man cave I stopped to hear what they were talking about, just curious at what they were getting along about.
"You should come for a ride in my maserati sometime." Rafael laughed, oh of course they're talking about cars.
"I won't pass up that offer." My father said back, "But tell me, does it feel good buying things that you illegally earned?"
Rafael coughed. "Excuse me?"
"Listen here, I'm only being nice to you in front of my daughter. Don't think you can use her because she's naive. I know you're apart of the Chicago Mafia, and I know a lot of people that would love to lock you and your colleagues up forever. I won't stop until you're away from her." My father sounded like a completely different man, full of hate and poison. Oh shįt, how the hell does my father know?
"David, your daughter cares about me, and I for her. I'm really sorry you feel this way, I really do-" Just when I poked my head a little in to see, Rafael pushed my father up against the wall, my father's eyes widened, he didn't know who he was messing with. "Because I'd like to see you try. You can't touch me, no one can." He spat and pulled back. Oh Crap, my dad's going to get himself killed, My throat tightened.
Rafael's face dropped when he saw me, his eyes softening. And before I knew it he was striding out of the room, ready to run out of there with anger all over his face, but I wasn't going to let him leave without me, I grabbed his hand before he could.. and we both left that house.
Together.
Cause baby tonight, we're beautiful now.
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