Mafially Yours

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"Elena! You're not on vacation here. Do you remember why I brought you here?"

"I understand, it's not safe or whatever. But I can't keep being stuck at home with nothing to do all day."

"You have so many things to keep you busy here. You have the dogs, the horses, the shooting range, the pool. Fill your day all you want inside the house."

"But I don't want to fill my day inside the house. I want to see the streets again."

"Did you have a job?" He asked.

"No, but I was looking." I sat back in my seat.

"What is your degree?" He took a sip from the endless whiskey.

"Marketing."

He nodded, "I will keep that in mind." He got up and started walking away.

"What does that mean?"

"If I find something to suit you I will tell you." He disappeared behind the wall.

I took a deep breath, closing my fists and flaring my nostrils.

Why out of everyone on earth, why would you, dad, pick him?

"Are you okay?" Fred's voice made me close my eyes and let out a loud breath, "I will take that as a no," he chuckled and sat in front of me. "What happened?"

"I don't know! I really don't!" I groaned.

"Calm down," he smiled and nodded, "tell me what happened."

"Huncho has been so weird with me yesterday because we almost kissed–" I stopped and looked at him when I realized what I just said. I saw his Adam's apple rise and slowly drop back. He pretended he didn't care but his reaction made me wonder if he actually tried to kiss me or was it just all in my head. I shook my head, "and he has been so awkward with me since yesterday. There is so much tension for no reason. We didn't even kiss or anything and he was so drunk. I don't even know if he remembers yesterday or he is just being his weird self." I closed my eyes and dropped my head back. He nodded and looked away, "I hate how I can never tell what he is thinking. And I hate how he never says what he is thinking about. Like why is he so mysterious?"

He let out a soft laugh, "yeah, Huncho has always been a complicated one."

I shook my head. "Anyways, I am sorry if I complain so much." I pushed my hair behind my ear.

He shook his head, "it is my pleasure to be your personal psychologist." I laughed along with him.

"Anyways, I guess I will just go to bed." I got up, I looked at him, not knowing what to say, "thank you Fred," I hugged him, wanting to thank him for everything, then walked to my room.

Only a couple of minutes after I walked in my room, someone opened the door again.

"So I'm mysterious huh?"

I shut my eyes, wishing and hoping that Fred didn't talk to him and I was just hallucinating Huncho leaning on my door frame. After having my interior dramatic break down, I sat up in bed and Huncho walked closer to me.

"What did Fred tell you?" I groaned, hiding my face.

"Fred didn't tell me anything." He went to sit on the couches next to the windows so I got up and went to sit in front of him.

"Are you spying on me?" I challenged him, raising my eyebrows.

"No," he shrugged, "I just heard you both talking because I was just in the next room and you were yelling."

I widened my eyes, "so everyone heard me too?"

He scoffed and shook his head, "I don't think they cared to listen,"

I smiled and leaned back, "so you cared to listen?"

"You're talking about me, of course I would want to know what you are saying."

"You can always come and ask me what I think of you, I promise I won't lie." I teased.

"You're not fun, Lena." He leaned forward, challenging me with his gaze. My heart dropped at the nickname he gave me, bringing me back to the attack day when our bodies were inches apart and our breaths were mixing together. I smiled. "You liked it, huh?" He smirked. I widened my eyes thinking he was talking about the last night, not knowing if I should tell him I did like it and that I did want to kiss but I knew we shouldn't because he wasn't sober.

I gulped, "liked what?"

"Calling you Lena." He smirked, knowing exactly what he was doing.

I didn't trust my voice to say anything else so I just shrugged my shoulders. I looked down at my hands and played with my fingers. The last night started to replay in my head, imagining our lips syncing and our breaths mixing. I imagined the taste of his lips and the softness of his touch. I imagined the smell of his fragrance and the look he gave me during the attack.

"So, about the job. I don't think it would be a good idea right now. Everything is still new."

I shook my head, "it's like you're keeping me on a leash just cause you enjoy being in control," I looked away. He dug his hands in his pockets and watched me.

"Is that what you think of me?" He softly said, his tone sounded amused by my words but his expressions remained absent.

"Yes," I answered with no hesitation, I looked into his eyes. I refused to look away until he did so. He took his hands off his pockets and stepped closer to me, closing the space we had in between.

"You always ask me why I care and never believe me when I say it is because of your father, do you really want to know the truth?"

My heart dropped. I was afraid to agree to his offer but I wanted to know his next step. The speed of my heart quickened and it became harder to breathe.

He suddenly got up, grabbed my chin, pushed it up, making our eyes meet again, just like the day of the attack. He gave me his hand and I took it. I stood up at his command. He leaned closer to me, "I will confess then," his voice was so light and soft. I stared into his eyes longing for any hints of feelings, intentions, emotions but I found nothing but deep dark eyes, keeping who he really was a secret. Before I made sense of what he wanted to do, he pressed his lips against mine, starting a butterflies war in my stomach. Little by little, every single negative emotion that I had towards him started to fade away. I didn't pull away but I didn't kiss back. Maybe I was shocked by his move or maybe I was scared to give in or maybe I finally felt like I have something that I have been wanting and refused to move to not lose it. I closed my eyes and tasted his lips, so smooth and tender.

He finally pulled away and I quickly opened my eyes. But his own were still closed. I analyzed his moves and watched as he stood still, refusing to open his eyes, maybe scared to see my reaction or maybe regretting his move, or maybe he was scared to finally give in to his feelings God knows how long he spent trying to hide them. It was amusing to me how Huncho is scared or hesitant. It was amusing to finally see him weak.

At last, he opened them. He looked at me for confirmation but I kept playing my game. I gave him a taste of his medicine, I gave him no emotions, no response. I wanted him to know what it was to be confused or wonder what the other was thinking or feeling. I wanted revenge for all these times I wondered if he was happy or mad, liked me or despised me. We were both fighting for air as if oxygen was lacking in the room.

"Now," he placed his hand on my cheek, blinking once and tilting his head to the side, "are you happy to know?" He begged again, looking straight into my eyes with pleading ones.

"I always thought that Huncho would never do anything he isn't sure of," I played some more. I wanted to know how much he was willing to take before he snapped back to himself, to the Huncho I knew. He moved back, regretting giving in. He looked into my eyes, searching for some response but I made sure to keep my eyes neutral.

"Was I wrong?"

I couldn't keep it any longer, my smirk finally broke free. "Now I understand," he took a few moments to realize that I was smiling and just then, his eyes calmed down.

He nodded and looked away, "good, so no job for now, understood?"

And just like that, before I could say anything or do anything else, he stormed out of the room. I sighed. And even after all that, I am still wondering why he is so mysterious.