THE MAFIA’S CAPTIVE ANGEL

It’s been two weeks since dinner with Sin’s family and also two weeks since being in Italy. It was fun. The next day, after dinner, Sin toured me around the city. showing me his favorite place and his school.Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

We went to different restaurants and took a lot of pictures.

Serena and I talked almost all the time on the phone, and she and I have gotten really close during these past weeks. She had even come to visit four days ago but didn’t stay long, saying she was on her way out and dropping by to see how Sin and I were. We also made a promise to see each other later in the week.

I have been doing random stuff in the house since I’m not allowed to leave without security, not after what happened in New York. On the other hand, Sin, as usual, has always been busy; when he is home, he spends most of his time in his office and the rest with me.

Right now I am in the kitchen, making lunch for Sin and me. When I walked in and told Sarah, she bluntly refused, saying Sin wasn’t going to like it if I cooked or did any housework. It took a lot more convincing; she was one stubborn woman, but she agreed to let me cook in the kitchen after we both argued for an hour.

I know Italians like pasta, and that is what I plan on making. On every date we have been on, Sin has always been the one in charge of it, and he has always made sure it was something i liked and enjoyed. I wanted to do something nice for him as well, because I know he deserves it.

Sometimes I hang out mostly with Samantha and Zoey, or I help Sarah with dinner by setting the tables and other jobs she needs help with even though she doesn’t want me to.

I wore Sin’s shirt. I love wearing his shirt to bed. My hair was tied up into a bun. I hummed softly as I stirred the pasta. After I divided the food between two plates, I wanted to cook something for Sin. I used the internet, which was able to help me, and I hope it tastes fine.

I smiled at myself with pride and brought the plate to the kitchen counter, neatly placing a glass of juice next to it. Then I glanced up when I heard footsteps descending the stairs.

“Hey, how is your day going?” I asked merrily as he came toward me.

“Tiring,” he voiced out huskily. I could feel the warmth of his breath touch my cheek. We stand toe-to-toe and don’t touch.

“What smells nice here?” I watched him lazily lick his lips; I had to hold myself from kissing them. They are plump and moist, now wet with his touch.

“I made lunch.”

Sin’s brows furrowed. “What is going on?” His eyes settled on the plate of pasta on the kitchen counter. He moved to sit on the stool, eyeing the food suspiciously. “Why did you cook? The maids could have done that,” he scolded.

“I wanted to be the one to prepare something nice for you.”

“I see that.” He stares at the pasta for a moment, then turns to look at me with narrowed eyes.

“It’s no big deal; I always wanted to make something for you and decided to give it a try today.” I grin.

He smiled, picked up a fork, and twirled the pasta around it before bringing it to his mouth. I stood beside him, waiting for his reaction, but he said nothing and just took a glass of juice.

“How is it?” I eagerly asked.

He pulled me closer to him until I was trapped between his legs, his hand massaging my hair. I guess the food tasted great if I was getting this reaction from him.

He brought his face close to my ear, and a grin was plastered on my face. “I really appreciate the gesture. But please never cook again; you suck at it,” he whispered softly.

I pulled back, baffled. I took the fork he used to twirl the pasta before putting it in my mouth, and I ended up spitting it out.

Okay, I agree, that was horrible.

A pout formed on my face. I wanted to do something nice for him since I had never done anything for him. I sighed, dejected.

“It’s okay; it’s not that bad.” He tried to console me, but I knew he was lying. I guess cooking really isn’t just my thing.

“But I wanted to make something nice for you, and yet I failed at it.” A tear welled up in my eyes.

“Amore, per favore non piangere, mi si spezza il cuore vedere le lacrime in quei tuoi bellissimi occhi. Shhh, you don’t need to cry,” he said, wiping the tears from my face. “Why don’t we order pizza and watch a movie at the theater?”

I stopped crying when I looked at him with blurry eyes. Why was I so emotional? I’ve been emotional lately. “okay. ”

“Good, why don’t you go tidy up while I order the pizza?” I nodded my head and moved away from him, walking up the stairs to our room. I entered the bathroom, turning on the tap. I splashed water on my face, washing away the dried-up tears, then dried my face before heading to the theater room.

Sin was already there, with a pizza box placed on the table and a jug of juice in two glass cups. He had a blanket placed on the seat.

A smile formed on my face, and I walked to him, taking a seat beside him. He turned on the TV, put it on Netflix, and asked for my opinion on what movie to watch before we settled on an action or comedy movie. I took the blanket off the seat and wrapped it around myself and Sin.

We ate our pizza and drank the juice as we watched the movie. In the middle of the movie, Sin lay on the chair with his head on my legs and my hand on his hair as I played with it. I continue to watch the movie in silence.

After the movie ended, I looked down at Sin to find his eyes closed, and my stomach burst with butterflies to see how cute he looked asleep with his head on my lap.

“Sin. ” I whispered, but he was in a deep sleep. I didn’t want to wake him up by moving, so I just admired him. I scan over his peaceful face, looking at his long lashes, his plump lips, and his smooth skin. I ran my hands again through his soft hair, and he groaned in his sleep with satisfaction. I closed my eyes and ended up falling asleep too.