Mafias mute love

9

I have neglected my work long enough. Wanting to be near Olivia has made me soft. I don’t want my men thinking I’m a lovesick puppy. In this line of work, it’s all about being the biggest, baddest wolf in the group. You have to assert dominance through fear and respect.

So, because of that, I was heading out with Leo beside me to check on some trouble I had with a drug lab that had burned down. That’s not what I needed right now.

As I walked out of my car when we reached the site, I slammed my door shut in anger at what lay before me.

The place had been burned to the f*****g ground. The shitty building was still emitting heat and spewing smoke.

“Who the f**k dares to do this!” I said out loud. Not that I expected an answer. More rhetorical than anything.

I looked around the scene. Police and firemen littered the place. I didn’t care that they saw me here. They knew I had something to do with it, but they couldn’t pin anything on me.

That’s when I felt someone’s eyes on me. I turned around and locked eyes with the lowlife scum—and Olivia’s father—Marcus Smith.

I could see his smirk from far away. My knuckles turned white in my fists from how tightly I was clenching them. This fucker! I knew it was him. He had that s**t-eating grin on his face.

I held his gaze for a while and smirked a little at him before turning around. If it’s a fight he wants, it’s a fight he’ll get. He has no idea who he’s f*****g with!

What met me when I came home made my chest fill with warmth. My little kitten was in the kitchen, sitting on a stool, looking for God knows what in the upper cabinets. The kitchen smelled heavenly with spices. I came closer and bent over the pot. It looked like some pasta dish, I suppose.

“What are you doing, kitten?” I asked, amused.

She didn’t hear me coming and almost jumped off the chair, startled by my presence. I steadied her with my hand so she didn’t fall.

“Easy, kitten,” I said with a half-smile. I’m still trying to calm my heart around this girl. It’s only her that makes it go haywire.

She jumped down from the stool, smiling, and pointed at the pot, cooking something. She looked so happy. She’s adorable.

Not a name I’m used to using, I’ll admit. But with her, it just fits.

She got her pen and paper from the counter and wrote for me:

“I made Bolognese for us,” she wrote. And adding that cute little smile when she showed it just made my heart race. Damn this girl and her witchery! She must have a spell on me.

“I thought, since you’ve been so nice to me, I wanted to give something back. Hope you don’t mind me hijacking your kitchen,” she wrote, tilting her head down with flushed cheeks.

I put two fingers under her chin and raised her head. I wanted eye contact while saying this. I waited for her eyes to meet mine.

“What’s mine is yours, kitten. Use the kitchen whenever you like.” And I really meant it. Everything I own is hers. I would do anything for her. I’d even give my heart to her.

Shit.

I need to calm the f**k down. I don’t recognize myself anymore. Feelings are a weakness in my life. I dropped my fingers and, with a scowl on my face, began to walk out. But not before turning around.

“I just need a minute. I’ll be right back.”

Fuck. I saw the slight look of hurt in her eyes that she tried to cover with a smile and a nod. I’m such a prick.

I’m not used to this. I really care about her, and she’s all I’m thinking about. But that doesn’t fit into my life or lifestyle. I’m the f*****g Grim Reaper. I live and breathe for death and violence! I don’t have time for lovey-dovey stuff! I can’t want a wife to come home to and kids running around full of laughter and happiness!

“Leo!” I called out angrily. Just like the perfect employee he is, he magically appeared in the doorway to my office.

“I need to go away for a couple of days. It’s been too long since I checked in with the suppliers in Italy. I want you to book me a flight tonight and inform our people I’m coming. I want you here with Olivia until I’m back,” I said. I think he could see I was struggling to figure some s**t out.

“Sure, boss. I’m on it.” Then he left my office.

Shit. She’s going to be sad I just left her here. But I just need some space. I think her being here all the time is clouding my judgment. My sweet Olivia. I’ll see you in a couple of days.