THE MAFIA’S CAPTIVE ANGEL

The day was going great; right now I’m in Sin’s office reading a romance novel while Sin works.

We have been here for quite some time now and have hardly really said anything to each other as we focused on the task ahead.

I was already tired of reading and wanted to do something else. Lifting my head, I looked at Sin and found him still focused on some documents in front of him. I was bored and hungry.

Letting out a yawn, I tried to gain his attention and failed miserably. Not wanting to accept defeat, I decided to try again and let out a loud yawn.

“What seems to be the problem, Amore?” I grinned when he finally spoke, happy to finally get his attention.

“I’m bored,” I whined dramatically.

Sin rolled his eyes before he answered, “I thought you were reading a book.”

I sighed loudly, trying to make a point. “I was, but now I’m bored.”

“So what do you want to do?” This caused me to jump with joy, and I stalked toward Sin.

“Can I go outside? I haven’t been outside for a month. Please please…”NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

He tilted his head like he was giving it some thought before he spoke again. “No, it’s dangerous.”

“Please, Nikolai, I promise I won’t do anything stupid, and you could come with me.”

“No,” he said again, refusing to give in.

“It could just be a ride, and we don’t have to come out. Please Nikolai”.

He didn’t say anything for some time as he looked at me, and I tried the same trick I used when I begged him to let me tour Paris, even though things did go sideways. “Fine.., Non sai cosa mi fai donna.”

“Thank you,” I said as I leaned in to peck his cheek. My excitement was over the next level.

Sin stood up from his seat, and I followed him. He opened a door leading to a parking lot filled with a lot of expensive cars like the Bugatti La Voiture Noire, Rolls-Royce Sweptail, Koenigsegg CCXR Trevita (2006 model), Lamborghini Veneno Roadster, McLaren P1 LM, Lykan Hypersport, Bugatti Veron Mansory Vivere LE, and Aston Martin Valkyrie Ferrari. Pininfarina, Sergio; Pagani Huayra BC. My eyes caught sight of a very beautiful leather Sheene bike, and I walked towards it in awe.

“Can we ride this? I have never ridden a bike before.”

” Fine.” Sin walked towards where the keys were being kept and took out a key before walking to where I stood. He put the key in and twisted it to start the engine.

The motorcycle starts with a roar, and he turns to put on a helmet on me, making sure it is tight before he gets on and pulling me behind him.

“What about your helmet?”

“I don’t need one,” he answered arrogantly. I rolled my eyes at this and got down from the bike to where the helmets were kept. I picked up a black helmet matching mine and walked back to Sin, putting it on and making sure he wore it. I climbed back on the bike, wrapping my hands around Sin’s waist and holding on tight to them.

“Are you ready?” he asked, and I nodded in response. He pulled out of the driveway; he was going fast. A little too fast, but it was fun. The cold air ran through my body as he rode down the road, skilfully turning the corners, and I kept my hands secured tightly to his waist.

I smile subconsciously while staring at the cars and buildings around us as we speed down the streets with the air breezing through us.

What feels like hours later, we finally got back home. Sin takes his helmet and mine off and puts them back in their cabinets.

We walked out of the parking lot and back to the main house. “That was so much fun!” I grinned from ear to ear.

“Yeah, it was,” Sin replied.

“But now I’m hungry.”

“Why don’t we prepare something, come on!” He said, taking my hands in his. We walked together to the kitchen.

“What are you making?” I asked curiously.

“umm.  How about spaghetti meatballs?”.

“That sounds nice, though, and I’m kind of surprised you know how to cook,” I laughed.

“Of course I do, but I don’t cook that much.”

“You don’t look like the cooking kind of guy, no offense,” I said. Sin rolled his eyes playfully before opening the kitchen door and taking out a pack of pasta and some meat. “Who taught you?”

“I learned from my mom; when I was little, we always cooked together,” he said with a small smile that grazed his face for a second.

I watched as he turned on the stove. I used my strength to lift myself up onto the counter.

“Aren’t you going to help me?” He asked, puzzled.

“Nope, I’m just going to sit here and watch.” He shakes his head before putting some water into a pot and placing it on top of the stove.

“What were you like as a teenager?” Sin asked as he stirred the pasta.

“I was kind of like a nerd. I love reading books,” I giggled. “I was really not a social person, so I only had two best friends, but I had a falling out with one, and the other one was Stephanie.”

“That’s your roommate.”

“Yeah,” I whispered it out quietly. My thoughts run wild, thinking of how Stephanie and the rest of my family were. Sin turned to look at me, taking in my expression. I quickly let out a smile to show him I was okay.

We didn’t talk as Sin continued to make us dinner. I sat there watching his every move and admiring the view.

“Is dinner almost ready?” I asked, jumping off the counter to help dish the food.

We both settled on the dining table, sitting side by side with each other. I rolled the pasta around my fork and put it in my mouth.

My eyes widened. “This is really good,” I said, gesturing toward the pasta. I took another bite, still amazed. “I didn’t expect it to be this good.”

“Oh really?”  He said, raising an eyebrow.

“Yep,” I replied teasingly, totally unprepared for his next word.

“You shouldn’t be surprised,” he said cockily. “After all, you know very well that I’m good at a lot of things that leave you breathless.”

The fork fell from my hand. I looked up at him and saw a sinister smile plastered on his face. I gulped, not knowing how to reply, so I opted to stay silent, but that didn’t stop my face from turning red.

This man would be the death of me.