𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐌𝐞

34 - possessive

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Matteo's POV :

I pace back and forth. "chto on skazal?" I ask, making my voice sound stern and confident. But in reality I'm shaking.

Translation: "what did he say?"

"On soglasilsya vstretit'sya na nashey baze v gorode." My second in command replies.

Translation: He agreed to meet at our base in the city.

I let out a sigh of relief. "On soglasilsya vstretit'sya na nashey baze v gorode." I say firmly.

Translation: "Prepare the twenty thousand dollars worth of drugs."

"Yes sir." I hang up the phone, and rub my temples. This job didn't really come with a starters book.

It would be so much easier if I had a starters kit. But that's illogical.

My body jolts towards the opened door, my gaze immediately softens along with my tensed shoulders.
"Hi!" She smiles showcasing her single dimple.

My heart flutters and I feel my heart begin to race. "Hi baby." I say with a sigh, her eyebrows furrow, and I can see the concern in her face.

She crosses the room to get to me, And I can't help the smile forming on my face.

Her beauty is out of this world, She is radiant, and perfectly made.

She slips her cold hands in my shirt, trailing them up my back as she presses her body against mine, And my heart stops and I feel my breathing spike.

I wrap my arms around her waist.
"You okay?" She asks, concern lacing her tone.

No.
"Yes.. "I say exhaling a shaky breath. I suck in a breath when her hands trail to the the front, up my abs.

"Okay.." she says skeptically, Her eyes squinting. "You sure?" She asks again.
And I force a smile and nod.

"Well I'm going to see my sister today, You want to come?" She asks.

Yes.
"No, Not today, I have some meetings I have to go to." I say with another sigh.
She faintly frowns. "Well, You'll have to come next time. Penelope is in love with you." she cups my face.

I furrow my brows, a faint smile tugging at my mouth. "What do you mean?" My smile grows deeper.

She goes on her tippy toes Pressing her soft lips on mine ignoring my question, and I pull her closer to me deepening our kiss, I squeeze her waist and she opens her mouth allowing my tongue to enter.

Her hands leave my waist and instead wrap around my neck.

I smile into the kiss and she pulls back. "What do you mean Penelope loves me?" My smile deepens and my dimples pop out. She grins and pokes my dimples and my face heats up.

"Stop doing that!" I say, And I can feel my face turning into a tomato by the second. She laughs. "I'll never not do that."

I roll my eyes. "Now tell me, what do you mean by Penelope loving me?"