Entangled With The Mafia Lord

“Do you get shot at a lot?”

“No.” I replied, wondering where she was going with this. The pounding in my head still hadn’t reduced one bit.

“How then do you…” Aria paused before shaking her head. “Never mind. Just that I need something else to wear apart from your shirt. I mean, it’s huge and very comfortable but I’m hungry and your brother is nice enough to invite me to come eat, I can’t go back downstairs like this… it would look like we’re sleeping with each other, when we’re not.”

“We’re not?” I asked, glancing up from the clean shirt I was unfolding.

“Yes, we’re not. Or, are we?” She inquired tentatively.

“Are you asking me?” I demanded, pretending to glance around the room like we weren’t the only one occupying it at the moment.

“Yes. Because why else would you give me your shirt to wear without adding something else to it? That’s something my ex boyfriends does each time I sleep over and that’s because we were sleeping together then.” Aria explained slowly, like if she said it a little too fast, I might get lost along the way.

“Can we not talk about your ex boyfriend and when y’all were sleeping with each other?” I demanded, my face scrunching up into a scowl.

“I was just saying. Anyways, we’re not having sex because well, your life is in danger if I’m not mistaken. You said you were almost killed this morning, but it instead missed your neck by a few inches. Guns are everywhere around you and I’m scared to walk away now because I’m already a target, not like my death would mean a thing to you. What I’m trying to say is that, I don’t want you to mix this up. I’m attracted to you, like a whole lot of attraction and for some stupid reason, I can’t stop thinking about you, but that was before I watched you kill assassins who were flinging knifes your way, and all you got was a gun shot wound.”

“The thing is, assuming I knew all these, I wouldn’t have gone down on you yesterday and all the remaining things that happened in your office before a call disrupted you from going down on me, which I’m grateful for now… lord knows how much of a slut I am for a great orgasm. But you’re Danger in human form and I don’t want something else tying us together.” Aria finally took a deep breath, her eyes ghosting over my face and back to my chest, her restless fingers couldn’t sit still either and instead busied themselves in her hair and on the edge of my shirt.

When I remained quiet, the shirt I was unfolding now draped over my good arm, Aria wet her lips slowly before inquiring tentatively.

“Are you angry?”

“No.”

“Then say something?”

“Something.”

“No, that’s not what I meant. I meant you should say something about what I said concerning our not sleeping together.”

“There’s nothing to say about that. I have way more important things to do at the moment and you shouldn’t even be here and you know it, you should have been taken care of since you’re already aware of my guns and this part of my life… something you should never be aware of.” I paused before continuing, forcing myself to not get pissed.

“My sister have a gun shot wound, her twin is kidnapped at the moment because of a diamond and this house could probably have a bomb already ticking away in it as we speak and you think I’m thinking of sex now?”

“Uhm,” Aria started to say but I cut her off with a wave of my hand.

“No, shut up. I’m heading out to get my wound stitched and to talk to the fucker who’s holding my brother captive. Look for something else to wear in that drawer, It slipped my mind before.” I picked up my phone and turned to leave but Aria’s grip on my wrist stopped me. Not like I couldn’t shake the hold off if I wanted to.

“Are you going to kill me now?” She asked quietly. I glanced down at hand wrapped around my wrist then to her face without saying a thing. After about two seconds, she licked her dry lips before whispering.

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She continued, her grip tightening on my wrist, “I didn’t know it was this bad.”

I chuckled quietly before replying, “You were not supposed to know a thing.”

“Is your sister alright now?”

“She is, but her twin brother isn’t.” I replied as I pulled away from her hold on my wrist, heading for the door. I have a phone call to make and a brother to save, all these could wait.

Closing the door behind me, I headed downstairs and met Lucas, Daven and Tristan in the kitchen.

“Daven? Can you go set up the call? I’ll be there in a few minutes.” I referred to Daven who was currently munching on a slice of pizza. “Will do,” He muttered with his mouth full as he picked up two more pizzas from the opened carton sitting on the counter beside the microwave before heading out of the kitchen.

“That wound looks really ugly.” Lucas observed loudly after taking a quick look at my wounded arm.

“Hurts more than it looks,” I replied before glancing at Tristan who was stirring something in a pot.

“Can you come stitch this up for me, Tris? Then we’d go make that call.”

“Gimme a few minutes, I have to give this soup to Nicole first, then I’m all yours.” Tristan replied without glancing away from the pot.

“Ew,” Lucas fake gagged before opening the can of coke he retrieved from the fridge some seconds ago.

I chuckled a little before glancing around, my gaze landing on the opened carton of pizza. My stomach growled a little, reminding me that I still haven’t eaten anything since yesterday. The thought of taking something in that wasn’t water or beer made me a little sick.

Sighing a little, I leaned heavily against the counter and allowed my mind to wander back to the conversation Aria and I had some minutes ago in my room. Tristan informed me he was heading to Nicole’s with the soup while I nodded at him absentmindedly. I barely noticed Lucas leaving the kitchen until I was alone with my confusing thoughts.