Fall For A Mafia

Surprise?

Aaron's POV.

Just my rotten luck doing what it does best. Christina was not in the office when I got there. She had closed for the day. I tried to hide the disappointment on my face when I got in and I did not see her. I did not want Mac all up in my business by asking me unnecessary questions just like Jack was doing.

Mac and I did not talk for long, I only briefed him on my meeting and he told me about his boring life, about some girl that he likes but the girl did not really like him back. The girl must be a b***h for not seeing Mac for the good person that he was. Mac was the kind of man ladies took to their parents, unlike me. I told him if the girl did not like him then it was her loss. Mac had always been a family man, it was a surprise at his age he had not settled down. He must really like this girl if he was waiting for her. It was bullshit to me though.

I finally got into my large home after so long. Never knew I could miss this lonely house. I liked my space but sometimes I wished there was more noise. I sometimes wonder what it would look like to come in and see my girlfriend or to see pieces of hair, or clothes or makeup lying around, the whole place was always squeaky clean whenever I came in. The life of being in a relationship was not for me. I could not drag any woman into my mess of a life. I destroyed things. I did not want to destroy another human being all in the name of love. Love was f****d anyway.

I was starving but did not have any strength in me to cook so I decided to eat when I got to Zeeba's. I needed to shower, so I did and I did some work. I had emails to reply, and contracts to sign. I could not help but think about Christina. Why had she closed early from work today. I wanted to ask so badly, but it looked as if Mac was withholding information from me deliberately, which was stupid because why would he?.

I know I could just text her, we could just meet up, but if I saw her, I might do something I'd regret. Plus she had not texted me again since then. Knowing her, she might think she did not want to disturb. I wish she would though, so that I would know I was not the only one going crazy.

I kept staring at her last message wondering what she saw in me. I knew I was attractive on the outside, that much was obvious, but Christina looked as if she saw my soul, not just my looks. She said she really wanted to know me. No one had ever said that to me before, except Jack when he was trying to act like the i***t he was. Every other girl just wanted to f**k, most just wanted me in their corner so they could brag to their friends that they had the hot real estate agent at their beck and call. I see those kind of girls everyday at work. Some girls just come into my office with the disguise of having a proposition only to see my face and gossip about it to their friends. Others were after my money.

Christina was not like that. I could sight a fake and fraud from a mile away, that was how and why I was very good in my line of work. So I knew Christina was genuine, but that even scared me more. I knew she had genuine intentions but I did not know what exactly they were, and the uncertainty scared me to death. I knew what I wanted from her, I wanted to f**k her like she had never being f****d before, in different positions and locations, that was all I wanted.

But she wanted to be friends! Friends! I don't do friends especially from females. I have booty calls not f*****g friends.

Christina was the hottest girl I had ever seen, it was so sad that she could not see it, but I don't blame her. I blame the douche bags she had been hanging around with. If she would want me to, I would show her how hot she was. I needed to get this girl out of my system and that would be possible if I kept my distance. I had to.

I dropped my phone, switched it off so I would not do something stupid and got ready to go to Zeeba's. It was not far from my own house, but that didn't mean I could trek the distance.

I opted for my bike, it was the first vehicle I had bought from the proceeds of my real estate job. All the money I made doing Daimon's jobs were seldom touched. I have them stacked somewhere. I prefer spending the money I earned legally which was more than enough.

My outfit consisted of a white inner, my red leather jacket and dark skinny jeans paired with my boots’. My bike was red and black so yes, I wanted to pair with it. I took my dusty helmet and pack of cigarettes and was ready to leave. I had dropped my phone at home because like I said, stupid decisions.

I revved the engine of my bike and I must confess I missed the sound of this thing. It had almost been a year since I last rode it. I placed my helmet over my head just because I heard Zeeba's voice in my head.

" If you ever ride this thing without a helmet, I would castrate you and burn this thing to ashes" yep that was what she said, word for word. I was not scared of anybody or anything but I was scared of Zeeba. That woman had fury in her.

I arrived at Zeeba's in not less than 3 minutes, that was what my bike could do. I had bickering as I got closer to the door but I did not mind because Zeeba and Jack were always at each other's throats. They had a love so pure and yet so annoying. I wanted what they had, but I didn't at the same time. If there was something I feared it was giving your heart completely to someone just for it to be broken into pieces. I was afraid of love.

I rang the doorbell. Their doors were always locked owing to the fact they had nosy neighbors that they always complained never knocked before entering, plus Zeeba and Jack were animals. They had s*x anywhere, so it was safe to keep the door locked at all times.

I rang again but these fuckers where still arguing. Pretty sure it would be something stupid again. You never know with them. If they did not come and open this door in seconds I'd ....

" Hey A.. " it was Zeeba's face I saw as the door was opened. She looked stressed like she had been working since morning.

" Hey. Are you alright?" I asked as she pulled me in for a hug. Both she and Jack were huggers. I never hug anyone else except them. I had hugged Christina once and I just realized that I would not mind doing it again.

She pulled the door open for me to enter. It smelt great inside, but when has it never. Zeeba was and has always been a wonderful cook. I wonder why she ran a tattoo shop and not a restaurant.

" I'm alright, I've just been cooking since morning and Jack has been annoying" she replied as she wiped the sweat from her forehead.

" Sorry I could not come to pick you.."

" None of that alright, besides, its just the three of us? Why are you cooking for the whole city? " I asked glancing at the food she made.

" I might have invited someone" she looked really suspicious right now.

Who could she have invited?

" Well are you going to tell me?" I asked as I raised my eyebrows to her .

" You'll just have to wait and see for yourself won't you? " Now I could tell something was fishy. Zeeba was very corny and mischievous, even more than myself, a drug dealer.

" Well I'm eager to see this person then" I answered giving up getting an answer from her.

" Oh you'll be more than eager, you just wait" she shouted as she walked back to the kitchen.

" Well is there anything I could help you with? Or anything I could eat while we wait, I'm f*****g starving" I asked as my stomach growled out reminding me I had not eaten since morning.

" You are always hungry A, and yes you could help me stir the stew, there is pizza in the fridge, you could have it all if you wanted" she replied as with her back to me as she continued to spice whatever she was making.

" Oh thank God" I breathed out moving to the fridge to see the pizza. I took one triangular portion and moved over to the stew to stir.

"Where is Jack?" I had not seen or heard his voice since I came in.

" He's in the shower, the fucker takes so long to bathe now" Zeeba answered.

" Maybe he's m**********g then" I answered as I chewed my pizza, it was really good.

" Yeah maybe" ,she answered absentmindedly..

" How was your trip, was it a success?” Zeeba asked.

“yea, they had no other choice but to sign with me, you know” I answered as I continued to stir the stew. It looked and smelt amazing. Damn Zeeba!

“yeah? Thats good A, look at you making a name for yourself.. I'm happy for you, and proud also, I'm proud of you” she replied now looking up at me.

“Thanks Zee, that really means a lot to me ” I answered genuinely.

Jack's footsteps could be heard from where we were standing in the kitchen as he whistled. The i***t sometimes behaved like an old man.

" Were you m**********g in there"? I could not help but ask.

" f**k off" it was my turn to laugh at him now. Whatever he and Zee fought over must have gotten him good.

" Why are you eating my pizza anyway" he asked like a child that his toy was taking away .

"Zeeba said I could have it, don't be a cry baby" I made a face at him.

Before he could think of a come back, we heard

the doorbell. Everyone stood still. No one moved to get the door. Suddenly all eyes were on me.

" What? This is not my house, I'm not getting it" I replied as I looked at both of them like they were stupid for asking.

Zeeba gave me a face that had me dragging my legs to the door in a matter of seconds.

The doorbell kept ringing.

"Who was that anyway?" I murmured under my breath

I pulled the door open and .. I guess I had to be seeing things because there was no way Christina was looking at me mirroring the shock on my face.

No f*****g way!