The Mafia and Her ✔

Chapter 21

*MAKE SURE TO READ CH.20 FIRST*

"We're going on a trip in our favorite Rocketship..." I hummed the words of my childhood song and slowly opened my eyes. The light was too bright, so I closed them again to adjust to the new day. I loved the sun so much, but not when it was glaring its rays at us.

Us?

I snapped my eyes open and saw that I wasn't in my room and not in my bed. I was in Izan's bed, and yesterday's events came rushing back to me like a Mini Cooper crashing into a big van. My heart was the Mini Cooper.

He endured so much in his life, and I was whining about a dang belt. Life wasn't fair sometimes, but I had to make the most of it. 

Heath's and Dad's abuse was nothing compared to what Izan went through at the age of ten, even if he told me not to undermine my past. I wouldn't wish our suffering on anyone.

I finally focused on our position and realized he was spooning me from behind. He had his arms around my waist and one leg above my thigh, caging me in his grip. Unexpectedly, he was a cuddler, and I felt ecstatic because I loved this type of physical touch from someone I liked.

But is this a natural friend behavior?

"Vera," I heard him whisper, but he didn't move. He was probably dreaming, and I couldn't help but smile at the thought that he was thinking of me in his sleep.

So freaking adorable.

I didn't dare move, fearing that he would wake up, but then he tightened his grip on my body and nuzzled his nose in my neck, unconsciously tickling me. I tried to hold my giggles in, yet I fell victim to his prickling hot beard and burst out laughing.

I was sure he was awake by now because I felt him rustle behind me. "Buenos dias," he whispered, and I flipped to face him when he loosened his hold on me. He was still half asleep, and I couldn't help but brush his hair from his forehead, revealing his beautiful green eyes.

"Good morning," I replied, smiling at how peaceful this morning felt. I glanced at the clock on the wall, and my eyes widened. "We should say buenas tardes. It's two in the afternoon!" I countered. He groaned, burying his face in my chest. 

My almost bare chest.

I didn't know what to do. I just froze when his mouth slammed on my left breast above the fabric. Good thing I was wearing a sports bra, but dang, I felt warm.

"Izan..." He hummed but didn't release me. "We should get up. Don't you have a meeting?" I reminded him, and he finally snapped out of his daydream or whatever that was.

"Fucking shit. I'm late," he groaned and jumped from the bed. Now, I felt empty and cold, even though it was mid-June and extremely hot outside.

"Are you pregnant?" I gasped, and he rolled his eyes, not in the mood for my bull crap. He opened his closet and took off his shirt. I shamelessly stared at his tattooed back and arms. 

He was so smexy, and it was a sin not to appreciate all this beauty.

"Can Vivian and Alvaro come and hang out here?" I asked, still in his bed. I didn't have a meeting to run in half an hour, and his bed was enormous and comfy.

"Sure, call her," he muttered before entering the bathroom.

"Can we-" I raised my voice for him to hear me behind the closed door, but he didn't let me finish my request, refusing it before knowing what I was about to say. "Why not?" I whined, kicking the sheets like a child.