The Mafia Boss Plaything

Chapter 9: Day dreamers.

“Now before I forget, we are going shopping tomorrow. So don’t say I didn’t tell you before hand. I know you don’t really don’t like shopping but you don’t have a choice anyways and we are going to do this.” she says leaving no way for arguments. It would be fruitless arguing with her anyways.

Marcel looks up from his phone and asks us.

“You guys are going for a party??” his ears perk up. Never one to turn down the opportunity to have a good time. A party person and he just simply wants to party and f**k. that’s his motto anyways.

“yeah. We are going to Gabriela’s party.” Andrea answers him.

“arghh. That witch.” he says. He also doesn’t like. He can’t stand her. The funny thing is She likes him or gushes over him. Marcel is the normal Italian rich boy. Money at his disposal and a charming personality to boot. This attracts girls like magnet and little miss Gabriela is not an exception. She has a crush on him and it is very apparent. But he can’t stand her. It is funny also because they both come from money and their parents are friends too. Marcel’s looks are to die for. The first time I saw him I lost my breathe for a minute too, taking it all in. his eyes are blue, his hair is brown and wavy in that ‘I just rolled out of bed like this’ way, his lips always have a ready smile and his body is muscled out, not so much but enough to show through tight shirts, trust me he uses his good looks and pretty boy smile to his advantage to fund his lifestyle.

“you should not call her that.., she can be a tad bit difficult but she is not all that bad. And you guys would have known that if you have given her a chance.” Andrea shakes her head.

Marcel just rolls his eyes and I look at Andrea.

“Okay…. I am going with you to this party and I will give her one more chance, but if she makes any remark on my clothes or something mean I am done with the chances.”

“kay, I hear you. Thank you.” she smiles gratefully.

Andrea is too nice. She might be tough and appear hard on the outside but she’s a big softie.

“now….. are you going to eat that doughnut or what??” Marcel asks staring intently at the half eaten chocolate glazed doughnut in my hand.

I hand it over to him and he wolfs it down in just two bites.

“i have to get back home… errands to run for mama. God knows I am tired of that family.” she groans.

Sometimes she feels overwhelmed but her family, but she loves them regardless but I myself admit that they don’t have boundaries.

“okay babe. I can go back to bed once y’all leave.” I say happily.

“instead how about you go get waxed or get your eyebrows plucked.” Andrea says.

I gasp in mock outrage.

“you don’t mean any of that. And for your information my eyebrows are just fine thank you very much.” I tell her.

“yes baby. Keep telling yourself that okay??” she smiles and pats my head like I am a puppy. I swat her hand away and she walks to the door waves back at us and she’s out of here.

“so tell me… are you really thinking of giving that hateful b***h a chance?” he asks me with a raised eye brow.

“yeah. I told Andrea that I am. Even if she says all those mean stuffs I am still going to try to polite to her cause I have never done anything to her… at least not that I can remember that is.” I tell him. I down the rest of my coffee.

“she’s just a spiteful b***h that’s it. Andrea bless her heart, just wants to see the good in everyone and you know they grew up together so there’s that too. But if she says anything mean or offensive to my girl I am going to rip her to shreds.” he says with a wicked smile. I know he is going to do it.

He sticks up for me and always has my back.

He and Andrea were friends before I came into the picture. I met Marcel when I resumed as a freshman. I was lost wandering the halls trying to find my way to the head office when he must have sensed my confusion or the look of panic on my face because the next thing he was showing me around and directed me to where I was going. We parted ways and two days later we bumped into each other again in the hallways. He invited himself over for lunch and we met up with Andrea who I already knew from the dorms. Our rooms were facing each others and we had spoken a couple of times.

From lunch it became a regular thing, they were very much excited to show me round Italy and immerse me in the culture and everything. They both knew each other since their parents run in the same circle but they weren’t close at all. I like to think of myself as the glue that holds us all together. He is super protective of us and watches our back always.

that’s what makes them both my best friends. We are no longer freshmen, I am living off campus, Andrea has her own apartment and Marcel shares a condo with his brother.

“easy now. You know she has a crush on you and it is going to be her special day. Whatever happens I can handle myself. I am going to be fine. Anyways I think she will be too excited and preoccupied with gifts and all the attention to even remember I am there.” I tell him.

“huhmmp. For her own sake I hope so..” he adds.

“sweet girl. I wish I could sit and chat  but I have an important meeting in a couple of hours. I need to go home, freshen up and get ready for it.” he stands and I stand to walk him to the door.

We get to the door and he turns to look at me.

“what?” I ask him confused.

“did you leave something?” I ask him.

“nope. Are you okay?” he looks at me seriously.

“oh.” I say softly.

“yeah. I am. Shaken up a bit but good.” I give him a tremendous smile

he looks like he does not believe me but lets it go for now.

He hugs me and kisses my hair.

“be safe okay? And no more going to abandoned warehouses okay? If you have a project or something just tell me and I’ll get you there. Promise me you won’t go off to places like that without telling me or Andrea??!!” he looks me with worry.

“i promise. I am not going anywhere without you guys knowing anymore.” I tell him.

“thank you. Love you Julie baby..” he says and walks out the door.

“love you too Marcelli” I close the door and walk back into the living room.

I pick up the empty cups and box and throw them in the bin.

Once that is done, I make sure the door is locked and walk to my room.

With a huff I throw myself on the bed.

I was sleeping and in my sleep I can’t seem to escape him. He hunts my dreams. I keep reliving the scene in his study. But the only difference is that this time he touches me in places that no man has ever touched me and he makes me feel things I have never felt before. My body is primed for something I don’t understand.

Sighing I pick my phone up.

There’s a text from mama and I reply that and go to my i********:. The picture I posted last week has a lot of likes and views. I took a picture of myself in a peach summer dress and snuggling with Patrick, Mr. Hugo’s cat. He lives two apartments from mine.

I look cute and my face is flushed with the summer breeze. I reply a few comments from friends back at Dallas. I have a couple of friends back home but no one I am specifically close to. I was close to Martha Sterling but with school and she also going to college we just lost touch. Now the most conversation we have is maybe every two months and then we just exchange pleasantries. It is awkward and odd.

Once I am done with those, I check my email and reply a few.

I need sleep. I couldn’t sleep for a long while at night. When I finally slept it was a relief and I want to go back to that.

I drop that, pad to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face.

I hear a knock on the door.