My Mafia Heart

Chapter 2

It’s been 2 weeks since the accident and my encounter with Mr. Destruction. I had to explain the accident to my mom, but I told her I backed into a guard rail at work, she believed me, and we decided to junk Betsey and save up for a new car. I took a week off from work because I was tired and needed a break but now, I was bored out of my mind. My mom was barely home due to her 12-hour shifts at the hospital, so that left me to myself. I stared at the card in my mirror and decided to let him know what he did.

“Hello! Remember me, you totaled my car a while ago.” I quickly wished I hadn’t press send because why would he remember me, of course, he wouldn’t.

“Hello, grumpy! Finally, ready to get your car fixed?” That bastard! He did remember me, I didn’t want to admit how happy that made me.

“Well there’s no car to fix, she had to be junked thanks to you. Now I have no car and I’m stuck in the house. So, thank you!” I sent it with an HA! Look on my face. Take that Mr. Destruction.

“Well, I’m sorry about your car. Maybe I can make it up to you somehow. Since you’re stuck in the house does this mean you’re free for lunch or are you against eating with the devil?” First, he wrecks my car, then slightly apologizes and then asks me out… Is this man bi-polar or what?

“I guess I have time to grab a bite to eat but I’ll buy my own lunch thank you very much. I want nothing from you!” I was feeling pretty proud of myself until I received his response that is.

“No deal, either I pay for the lunch and pick you up or we don’t discuss your car situation at all. Capeesh?” UGH! I didn’t really want to accept but I can’t say I didn’t want to see him again either, he’s just too f*****g sexy not to.

“Fine! Come to 7123 Callen Dr. 1 hour or it’s off” I sent that and then jumped up to get ready just to remember I have absolutely nothing nice to wear.

Luckily it was warm outside, so I could get away with a strappy dress with a sweater in case it got colder and some sneakers. I put my hair in a messy bun and put on eyeliner. I called my mom to tell her I was heading out with a friend and I’d be back later. It was exactly one hour later when someone knocked on the door, I opened the door to find Mr. Destruction standing there with flowers. I invited him in, so I could place the flowers in water, but I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He was wearing a white polo shirt with the buttons undone, a pair of black jeans and a pair of black boots. He had a silver chain around his neck and studs in his ears. He leaned against the doorway watching me in the kitchen but never uttered a single word. I placed the vase on the counter and proceeded to grab my purse and head out of the house. As he guided me to his car, I noticed it wasn’t the same car he had when he hit me, and it was gorgeous. An all-white jaguar with white leather seats and silver trimming everywhere, the windows were tinted so you really couldn’t see inside that well but once you got in you wanted to melt into the seat. The car was filled with the smell of his cologne and it made me high… like I was on cloud 9.

I asked him where we were going but he never responded… this was making me uneasy but It’s too late to run away now, so I sat back and enjoyed the ride. BOY how I wish I knew the ride I’d be going on.

After what felt like an eternity of driving, we finally pulled into a driveway of a mansion, who am I kidding this was the mansion of mansions It was literally the biggest house on the block. “f**k!” escaped my lips before I knew it and I heard him chuckle. It was the most sultry and beautiful sound I think I have ever heard.

“I take it you approve of my house?” he said as he said now looking over at me as he parked the car.

“It’s beautiful. You live here?” I asked still shocked that anyone would live in this place.

“Yeah, this is me and all my glory,” he says with a smirk on his face. God, I wish he wasn’t so cute, so I could smack him.

“So, this is a really big house for just one person. Your wife must really like it.” I said, half hoping there wasn’t a wife, but It would be just my dumb luck there was.

“Well…” he started to say but I knew I wasn’t going to like the rest of this sentence. “Well… For now, I live alone however, if this changes in the future you know I actually find a “wife” you’ll be the first to know.” I was partially happy, I mean he didn’t have a wife, but he was looking, and I was just 17, not wife material. Look at me I’m chunky, brown, and I had a smart mouth and he was probably going for a woman that looked like him in beauty tall, brown hair with blonde highlights, green eyes and a body to die for. So, I guess I’ll have to enjoy this while it lasts.

We finally ventured inside where you could smell the aroma of real authentic Italian food from the kitchen, this guy had f*****g chefs… like real little old ladies and men cooking in his kitchen. I must be dreaming, exactly how much money did he have? Who the hell was he? And How does someone who looks like their barely over 25 have all this stuff? Questions I’d love to ask but I thought it was too soon to do so. Like a gentleman, he guided me to the veranda, and we sat there awaiting our lunch, the view was picturesque. You could see everything, his pool and Jacuzzi, the basketball court, the vast garden, and the wine cellar… If you didn’t know any better, you’d think you were in little Italy. I finally found myself back in reality once the food arrived, the smell alone could make you wish you were in a never-ending loop, so you smell it forever, but the taste chicken parmesan has never tasted so f*****g good. We ate in silence after what felt like forever, he finally spoke up…

“So, tell me about yourself. Boyfriend? Husband? How old are you?” He stared at me waiting for me to respond but his glare felt like he was searching for something else, something deeper.

“No boyfriend or husband, I mean look at me!” I said while chuckling nervously looking at him and then there was that smile that made me melt. “I am looking at you. So how old are you, Miss. No boyfriend?” he says with a smirk. There he is that bastard that I want to smack again.

“I am 17 years old, the day you killed my car was my birthday,” I started feeling pretty confident. And then once again he knocked me off my totem pole while his wicked smile and his slick words. “I’m sorry I ruined your birthday. This weekend if you’re up for it I’d like to take my time and make it up to you, I promise you won’t regret it.” I couldn’t help but smile and agree. He made me promise to pack an overnight bag, I could bring friends and I knew I needed to because otherwise, my mom would never let me go…

That night I showered and laid in bed trying to figure out what exactly was happening here, and I couldn’t get past his beautiful face, and eyes, and body. Just picturing his beautiful body pressed against mine, him feeling my large 36DD breast in his hands, Me feeling his hard rod pressed against my wet panties, him sliding my panties to the side and plunging himself deep inside of me with long and rough strokes picking up speed with each thrust, Me running my manicured nails down his back wishing he would just f**k me like I was his dirty little c*m dumpster and with that I came to the thought of f*****g him. I came a lot, it looked as if I had peed the bed. I was proud of myself but slightly wished it didn’t leave such a mess. I got up and threw my sheets in the washer and went back to bed. He’s only in my dreams and he’s messing with my head and the saddest part is I still don’t even know his f*****g name.