Falling for the Mafia Boss

Chapter Seventeen

Mia Pov

Just as I’m about to fall asleep my phone dings. I groan, not wanting to roll over and check it, but my addictive brain urges me to see who it is. Part of me misses Enzo, well a big part of me. Lazily I roll over and glance at my phone. I read the notification bar, my heart racing at the message.

Enzo: Come outside.

I get up from my bed, throwing the comforter on the floor like a lunatic. I race to the window and peek out the blinds. Sure enough, Lorenzo is parked at the entrance of the driveway, just close enough to see his tall frame leaning against the nose of his car. I grab my phone and respond with a joke, watching him as I do.

Me: But I’m afraid of the dark.

Me: What if the boogieman tries to get me?

The glow from his phone illuminates his face, a sexy smirk steals his features causing my heart to swoon once more. His fingers fly across the screen. He turns to face the house pocketing his phone. Another sharp buzz vibrates my hand but I dare not look at it yet. Although I cannot see his face from the shadows of the night, I know he is watching me. After several seconds of holding what felt like his gaze, I glance down at his text.

Enzo: I AM the Boogieman, Bellissima.

Enzo: Would you rather me sneak in through your window like we are teenagers?

No. He cannot come inside. It’s 2:00 in the freaking morning.

Me: Coming

I giggle at myself as I tiptoe through the house, trying to make as little sound as possible so I don’t get caught trying to sneak out like I did when I was sixteen. Adrenalin races through my bones as I remember the look in moms eyes when she caught me. God was she mad.

I grasp the lock and flip it, unlocking the only door keeping me away from my Italian. The door vibrates with the force of the deadbolt. I glance back towards the living area where dad’s hospital bed is hoping he didn’t hear the lock. When I see and hear no movement, I crack the door just enough for me to slip through and shut it behind me.

Old lights line the driveway, giving off an ancient orange glow that stops a couple of yards from the street, keeping Enzo and his car in the shadows. My skin runs cold when I step into those shadows and lock eyes with the boogieman.

God, he’s dangerously gorgeous.

His black hood from his hoodie is halfway pulled up, and half of his hair showing. His hair is scruffy from running his fingers through it like he does when he’s frustrated. His sleeves are pushed up his arms a few inches, showing the black twirling tattoos on his wrists and hands. He is in all black, looking just like the boogie man in the dark. The way he’s dressed makes him look ten years younger, like the young boy I had a secret crush on.

He peers up from the asphalt and smirks when he sees the way I’m dressed. “Damn.” That is all he says.

I usually sleep naked, but since I have been at mom and dad's, I had to buy something comfortable but covered the goods. I settled for tiny shorts that only cover enough ass cheek to be considered shorts, paired with a thin spaghetti strap tight fitted shirt. It’s the closest to naked I could get, but beneath his eyes, I feel completely exposed. I hug my arms around my chest hiding my n*****s trying to poke out of the fabric from the cool breeze. “I wasn’t expecting anyone.” I hug myself tighter. “You know it's 2 am?” I ask him.

He nods, “I just got off. I’m heading up to the vineyard in the morning and wanted to see you before I left.”

“How long will you be gone?” I ask while trying to hide the sadness in my tone. When he leaves for the vineyard, he is always gone for a few days and I have already been missing him. After I witnessed the drug deal I tried to stay away from him and Donnie to process the truth. I knew deep in my heart what they were, but seeing it… it made it real.

Enzo shrugs, pulling out a tightly rolled blunt from his back pocket, and pinching it with his thumb and pointer. “A few days.” He scoots to the side, giving me room next to him to relax against his car. “I wanted to smoke this with you for old times’ sake.” Pressing down on the button of the small torch gun he lights the end of the blunt. Orange and red embers dance to the ground as he takes a long hit. He holds it in his lungs for a long time before exhaling. His breathing sounding more relaxed.

“You still smoke weed?” I ask, leaning up against the car next to him. He drapes his arm around my shoulder pulling me into him. I welcome his gesture; his body is like a blanket of warmth.

He hands me the blunt after taking a few more drags. “Nah, I haven’t smoked in years. Marco gave it to me. Said I needed to relax.” He peers down at me through his thick lashes, “I figured you needed to too.”

I bring the blunt to my lips, inhaling the hot smoke slowly, enjoying the burn. I suck it into my lungs until I can’t possibly inhale anymore. When I exhale, I just about cough up a lung. I hand the rolled cigar back to Enzo and shake my head as he pats my back. “f**k I forgot how to smoke.” I choke out.

He shifts, standing in front of me, he parts my legs, and positions himself between them. “Here.” His voice is coaxing me; anticipation runs wild in my veins like a mustang. He takes another drag from the relaxing drug, snaking his arm behind my back, he pulls me flush against him. He brings his lips inches from mine. His mouth forms into the shape of an “O” and he blows the smoke out gradually. I place my lips on his and inhale his exhale. By the time it's my turn to gasp for more air, my head is in the clouds.

“Was that better?” Enzo asks me and all I can do is smile. Until I see the fire in his eyes. His hands chase up my thighs, slowly rubbing up and down, his gaze dark as he stares down at me. His attention shifts to my lips and my mouth runs dry. “I missed you mia regina.” - (my queen) He whispers.

God, I missed him too.

The only response I have is to crash my lips into his.