THE MAFIA’S CAPTIVE ANGEL

“Nikolai, let go of me.” I whined as he wrapped his hand around me, refusing to let me go. It was the next morning, and as much as I loved cuddling with him, I needed to use the bathroom.

I was laying on my back while I cuddled closer to Sin. My head was on his hand while the other hand was on my tummy. I tried to move, thinking he wouldn’t notice, but he tightened his hold on me, so I stopped trying.

“Come on, I need to pee. Get off me, you oaf.” I said to him, attempting to move his hand away.

“You weren’t saying that yesterday when you begged me to thrust into you while you moaned.” I blushed at his words. “Besides, you feel so warm right now.” He says it again, nuzzling his face in the crook of my neck. The feeling of his stubble on my skin sent tingles down my spine.

I hold still for a minute, wanting to let him rest a little more. It was up to five minutes before I felt like I couldn’t handle it anymore.

“Nikolai Alvize Violenta, you better let go of me this instant, before I end up peeing on the bed.” I growled. He removed his hands, and his eyes snapped open, watching me with amusement as I sprinted out of the bed butt naked, racing to the bathroom.

I felt a calmness in me when I relieved myself. I decided to shower since I was already in the bathroom. I got into the shower, leathering my body with my vanilla-scented soap. I shampooed my hair. When I got out of the shower, I wrapped a towel around my body.

Looking in the mirror, I found a bright smile plastered on my face. It was obvious what the reason for my smile was. Sin had kept his promise after our exercise yesterday. After dinner, she showered and laid on the bed, legs spread out, waiting for him.

When he got into the room, he had a cocky smirk dancing on his face. Let’s just say we had little sleep. We kept going on and on like two starving animals. I guess making up for not touching for a month was the best.

I dried my body, wrapping a towel around my head before walking out of the room. It was empty; I guess he was in his study downstairs. I made my way to the closet, looking for something warm and comfortable to wear. I picked a very long, light dress, mating my hair into two. I was too lazy to apply more than a moisturizer and balm.

I looked at myself in the mirror one last time. I walked out of the closet, put on my fluffy slippers, and left the room. I made my way downstairs to see the new maids that were assigned to the house working and tidying it up.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

“Do you want me to make you breakfast, miss?” A young maid asked, bowing slightly at me.

I shake my head. “You don’t have to; I’m in a good mood today, so I think I’m going to cook.” I watched her eyes widen, and she nervously fiddled with her fingers.

“I don’t think Mr. Violenta would like that.” She says it nervously.

“Don’t worry, he wouldn’t mind.” I waved her words off, waking up the cabinet. I was in the mood for some noodles. I took out two packs of noodles for Sin and me.

Humming to myself, I turned on the stove and started preparing my noodles just the way I saw Sarah do it back in Italy. I waited for a few minutes for it to cook as I continued to hum to myself.

I heard the sound of heavy footsteps approaching the kitchen, and I turned to see Mateo walk in. He looked at my puzzle, then to the stove, and back at me.

“What are you doing?” I could see the horror in his face.

I rolled my eyes at this, pointing to the pot on the fire. “Cooking,” I stated in a matter-of-fact tone.

“Yeah, I know. The question is why.” He says horrified. “I thought Sin banned you from making anything in the kitchen.” I pout at his words. “Mani, you are a horrible cook; why don’t you let the maid do it for you?”

“It’s a noddle, and I have seen Sarah cook it so many times. How hard can it be?” I questioned, cocking my brows up.

“Yeah, that’s what you said the last time you baked a cookie dough.” He stated, Petrified.

Ungrateful bastard.

“I couldn’t stop going to the toilet for almost two days,” I scoffed, folding my hands together across my chest.

“It was a mistake; I mixed the ingredients up, and besides, that was ages ago.”

“It was two weeks ago.”

“Yeah, so. I’m not evening cooking for you. It’s for Sin and I,” I countered, dishing the food on two separate plates.

“May his soul rest in peace, i need to warn him,” Mateo says, rushing off to Sin’s office.

I looked at his retreating back as he raced towards Sin’s office, and I rolled my eyes. I placed the plates of noodles on a tray along with a cup of coffee and juice. I balanced the tray in both hands and then made my way to Sin’s office. I put the tray on one hand while I use my other to open the door.

When I got into the office, I was really focused on a radical Mateo, as he mumbled on and on about me being in the kitchen and cooking. Sin’s eyes shifted to mine, then to the tray in my hand, and his eyes widened. I watched as his throat bubbled up and down.

“Amore, Mateo was telling me you made breakfast for me.” He spoke very slowly, like he was talking to a child. His eyes looked at me, begging me to say no.

I walked to his desk, placing the tray on it. I gave my best innocent smile. “I was in a good mood, and I wanted a plate of noodles, so I decided to make it the way Sarah does.” I shrugged. “I made it for you too.”

He gulped. “I wish I was hungry, but I can’t. I appreciate the thought, though.” He says, He smiled at me, looking at the food, then back at me, petrified.

“But it took a lot of time for me to make it for you.” I pout, my eyes blurry.

Panic rose in his eyes when he saw I was about to cry while Mateo scoffed beside me, not buying whatever drama I was up to. Sin stood up from his seat and made his way to me. He wrapped his hands around me in a hug, trying to calm me down.

“Sin man, you can’t possibly fall for that. She is obviously faking it,” Mateo said. I got out of Sin’s embrace, looking at Mateo. I discreetly stuck my tongue out to him before facing him again.

“Nikolai, Mateo is being mean to me.” I cried out. Mateo’s face turned sour, and he glared at me, watching as Sin softly patted my back, placing soft kisses on my cheeks.

“I’ve got an idea, Amore; why don’t Mateo have my food as a peace offering?” Mateo looked like he was about to faint at Sin’s betrayal, and he started speaking very fast in Italian.

“Non puoi assolutamente fare questo; sai quanto è pessimo il suo cibo. far tutto quello che vuoi. Solo non farmi passare attraverso quest’uomo. “Sono uno dei tuoi uomini migliori e fidati e sono venuti anche per salvarti.” Mateo kept on rambling; his eyes looked like he was about to cry any moment now.

Wow, I have never seen someone cry over my food before.

I feel so touched.

Sin gave him an apologetic look, pushing the food to him, while Mateo, on the other hand, kept on shaking his head even though he couldn’t turn down Sin.

“Why don’t I eat this outside?” He suggested, hurriedly carrying the plate, but I shook my head, telling him no.

Sin walked back to his seat, and I followed, sitting on his lap and pushing the plate of noodles towards him, while mine remained in front of me. We both watched as Mateo groggily picked up the plate and took a seat opposite us. I gave him a cheeky smile and twirled the noodles around my fork before taking a bite.

Okay, I admit.

It tastes horrible.

I forced myself to eat it and watched as Mateo forced himself, scuffing it down as fast as he could. Sin and I watched him, not saying anything; his face was red, struggling to swallow every bit of it.

When he finished eating it, there was a victorious smile on his face, and he looked at us with a wide grin. His eyes then cast down to the plate of noodles in front of me, and his brow furrowed.

I felt Sin’s breath fan the back of my ear. “Why aren’t you eating?. You only had one bite.”

“I don’t want to eat noodles again; I saw the maid prepare pasta earlier. I think I would have that.” Mateo’s mouth was open wide with a baffled look across his face.

“It was nice to see Mateo enjoy the food, you can have mine if you want more.” I batted my eyes innocently at him, causing him to stand in a hurry, moving backwards.

“I don’t think he is hungry, love, lascia stare il povero..” Sin scolded playfully.

I smiled sweetly at Mateo, and standing up from Sin’s lap, I took the plates, placing them back on the tray, before picking it up, and began making my way out of the office. When I got to where Mateo was, and I stopped.

“I admit, I suck at cooking.” I tapped his shoulder lightly and smirked as I left the room, making my way back to the kitchen.

I did the dishes, since it was my mess and I had to clean it up myself. I didn’t want to trouble the maids; they were stubborn at first and wouldn’t let me tidy up after myself, but after I ordered them not to, they had no choice but to step down.

After I tidied up the kitchen, I had my breakfast before making my way upstairs to get ready. Samantha was already in New York. She came last week with Alexander, but Serena and Athena were still in Italy. They had to settle some things before coming.