THE RELUCTANT MAFIA BOSS

CHAPTER 8

Enrique carefully placed me in my bed, then massaged my fingers to assist me in regaining consciousness. When he squeezed hard on the tender place between my thumb and index finger, I shouted in pain.

“Ouch, it hurts so much!” When I complained to him, all he did was stare at me.

In a hushed voice, he said, "Finally, you're awake now." “How are you doing?”

“I'm ok, but I think I'm going to pass out again,” I murmured, massaging my brow softly as if attempting to massage it.

He told me, "If you need my help, I'll be in the next room."

Enrique was confused when he awoke next to me the next morning. Because I wasn't feeling well, he must have forgotten to offer to keep me company. I became ill unexpectedly, and no one could help me except my bodyguard. It was, after all, his responsibility to keep me safe.

Enrique attempted to stand up but could not do so since one of my legs was impaled on his body. He tried to flee, but I did everything I could to keep him in his place. He had no business getting up because I didn't want to get up yet.

“Mmmm,” I murmured, my eyes closed and my grip on him hard. I overheard him grunting in pain since he couldn't move.

Enrique clenched his jaw and tightened his teeth while glaring at me a few moments later. I was much more afraid to open my eyes because he appeared to be frightening. “I know you're awake; what are you looking for?” After a few moments of stillness, he inquired.

I said, “I want you,” without hesitation.

“Do you think you're crazy?”

When Enrique raised his voice, I was frightened, but it didn't deter me from desiring him. “I want you, Ken,” I said, and Enrique leapt to his feet as soon as he heard my proclamation. He was certainly taken aback when he heard that.

“Are you joking?” Enrique asked.

“Do I appear to be joking?” I insisted, "No, I'm serious right now."

“You're insane, Tyler! Do you think Philip knows what you're up to? Is he aware of your kinkiness?”

“Who gave you the go-ahead to respond to me?”

Enrique responded, "I won't let you abuse me."

“Who says I'm going to abuse you? I just told you that you're exactly the type of guy I'm looking for.”

Enrique was no longer surprised and stared at me. “Tyler, I'm not interested in a man-to-man relationship,” he announced.

“Hmmm, I see, but maybe you will change your mind in the future.”

“No, Tyler, I'm certain my mind will not alter. If you're fine now, I'd like to return to my room, and please don't make me uncomfortable again,” he asked.

“I'll try, Ken, but I can't guarantee that I'll behave, especially because you're so beautiful even in the morning.” I couldn't help but smile at his attempt to cover himself with his hands before approaching the door. I said, "Let's eat breakfast together in an hour."

It didn't matter that Enrique didn't react. He had to go to breakfast whether he liked it or not. I stretched my body as I walked over to the window to open it and let in some fresh air. I went to the bathroom to take a shower after opening the drapes.

Five minutes later, I was standing in front of my wardrobe, deciding what to wear for breakfast, when I was startled by a loud thump. When a gunshot flew just inches from my head, my heart almost missed a beat.

I yelled in terror, thinking that someone had broken into my room, but how had he done it?

“What happened?” Enrique hurriedly entered my room and asked after hearing you scream.

I dashed towards Enrique, who was taken aback when he saw me in only my boxers. “There,” I said, pointing to the empty bullet on the floor, which he scooped up right away.

“What did you think when you opened the windows?” Enrique yelled at me, and he slammed the windows shut. “If you want to live longer than Philip Madrigal, you need be careful, Tyler.”

“What exactly is it?” As soon as I observed a small piece of paper on the floor, I inquired. I stole it away from Enrique and read it as he tried to hide it from me. “Oh my God!” exclaimed the speaker. Is this a threat of death?”

“He wants to see TJ Madrigal, or you will be in danger,” Enrique stated after clearing his throat.

Because the note was worthless, I laughed at its stupidity. “He should ask Philip if he wants to meet TJ. I have no idea who this person is,” I said, rolling my eyes at Enrique.

“Are you claiming you haven't met the new boss yet?” Enrique enquired, and I replied with a shake of my head.

“I heard through Philip that his second son was a recluse who was even worse than Marcus,” I said, and Enrique nodded, indicating that he was convinced. “I'll just put something on before going to breakfast.” If you're hungry, you can go ahead and eat now,” I told him.

When I arrived in the kitchen, I only saw Sandra and her daughter, who’s about to eat their breakfast too. Enrique didn’t arrive yet, so I decided to wait for a little while, taking some mental notes on how to improve our kitchen.

Most of the aesthetic options in the kitchen must also provide some functional benefits, as clutter should be kept to a minimum to guarantee lots of usable space. Everything has a purpose, from the artistic pendant lights to the industrial leather stools and even the clean, expansive kitchen island.

“I think I need to shop for an exquisite ceramic vase and a few pieces of artwork,” I informed Ruby about my plan to improve the appearance of the kitchen.

“I think you should,” she agreed. “So, how’s life being watched by a handsome bodyguard?”

“Pretty normal, but I wish that he’s not so strict to me,” I replied. “Mind you, and he informed this morning that he’s not going to enter into a man to man relationship.”

Ruby shrugged off her shoulder and replied, “Every man says that.”

“Correct,” I agreed with her.   

Ruby and I had a productive discussion over breakfast, but she was ready to leave for work when Enrique was coming. “Let’s have fun on Friday,” she announced before leaving.

“This coming Friday? Cool,” I agreed with it.

I waved at her, but the darn woman suddenly stopped at the doorway and posed seductively. I glared at her for being provocative, especially when Enrique was nearby. “By the way, Ava wants to go clubbing tonight. Do you want to join us?” 

I almost spilt my coffee when Ruby suddenly mentioned the name I usually used when I’m cross-dressing as a woman. “She never told me that she’s coming tonight,” I replied.

“She just did,” Ruby answered, and before I could rebut her statement, she was already gone.

“Who is Ava?” Enrique asked.