Yearning For The Badboy Mafia’s Love

EMMANUELLE

I woke up to not meeting Waylen in the room, which made me worried and wondered where he must have left to. My head was banging which made me believe I had woken up with a headache. Almost as if Waylen knew I was awake, the door of the room opened as he walked in.

Carrying a tray of food I guess, he place it calmly ok the side table and walked over to my side to place a kiss on my forehead.

“Good Morning.” He beat me to saying that. I smiled.

“Good Morning, Babe.” He kiss me again, this time it was on my lips and it’s a quick one.

“Eww Waylen, I hadn’t even brushed.” I told him and look away, I heard him chuckle as he brought down the tray to place it ok his laps.

“I didn’t complain, did I?”. I didn’t answer him but I only smiled.

Smiled at how sweet he is, it seems like he had woken up with a full energy. He was up to something and us trying to get me to stick with him, its exciting and fun to watch how the ruthless Mafia is acting like this In front of me.

I love the feeling, I love how he makes me and I didn’t want that feeling to stop, I want to continue feeling it, it feels so good to be cared for.

“What are you thinking babe, I made you breakfast.” I told me, directing my attention back to him, my eyes blinked.

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I had thought that it was the Chef’s who made it but he just changed my mind and hearing that he was the one who made it makes my mouth water, I wanted to know what the meal he made will taste like.

“Yes, For you.” I watched him take a spoonful of the rice on the first plate and feed me with it.

I didn’t react immediately, I slowly chew the rice cause I was expecting it to taste bad so I can spit it off, but Waylen surprised me.

The food didn’t actually taste made, it was so good.

“Have you eaten too?” I asked him after complimenting him. He feels satisfied that I appreciated his cooking.

I couldn’t help it, the food tastes amazing and I’m almost to say that his meal tastes better than mine, but I was gonna say such.

“I’ll eat later.”

“Is their more rice?” He nods at my question.

“Can you get some please? Enough for both of us ” I told him, ignoring that he said he’ll eat later.

What’s the difference between now and later? Besides, later is still far. I heard him chuckle and he glance at me then nodded.

Feeding me the last rice on the bowl, he stood up and walk away, muttering to me that he’ll be back with the meal. I’m glad he didn’t say no to me, he never have.

Trust me, when you see Waylen outside, looking his cold and dangerous self, you’d be afraid of him and won’t wanna get close. But inside this room right now, with me… Waylen was different.

He entered into the room again with two bowls of rice and he drops it in front of me, I picked up with spoon and flash him a smile… I feed him too and he smirks.

I looked away in embarrassment and starts eating on my own.

“Wanna practice some shooting today?” He asked me and I giggled.

Over the past few days, Waylen had been teaching me how to shot guns. He said it want for me to hurt myself with it or to become a bad Mafia girl, according to him, since I’m his Comare which means a Mafia’s girlfriend, there’s this sheer need that I needed to know how to shot. For protection. Waylen had assured me safety, but still, I understand what he was trying to do.

I didn’t stop him or turn him down, gladly I had accepted to learn as he wants. And that had even made me more close to him.

More close than I have imagined.

“Sure. But,, I thought the ball party today?” I had to ask, cause if the ball party is today, shouldn’t we be getting ready?

I don’t even know this ball party of a thing works and how it’s gonna be. But since it’s a Mafia ball happy, it was already sounding exciting in my eyes.

“We have plenty of time , so I thought, why not get you trained a little more?” His accent changed on that statement.. to that of a Italians.

I chuckles. “Alright.”

Calista will be glad to know I know how to shot, right?. I didn’t hear from her yesterday and I had been expecting her call but I didn’t get any.

I missed her so much that I wished she hadn’t find out this her new identity. It was almost like it took her away from me and I hate it.

She had been my friend for years now. Now, I’m forced to wonder how she was doing over there, is she depressed or saddened that there’s no one too close for her to get along with?

It must be hard for her to adjust to the new environment and accept her real identity.

“Will Chase be coming to the Mafia ball with Calista?.” I asked Waylen.

He was cleaning up after we had just finished eating. He stopped when I asked him the question.

“I don’t know babe, the both seems to be involved in a fight.” His reply was simple.

“Is Chase really that hard to fall in love with someone?, I mean, why can’t he be like you?”

“Be like me, how?” He was sitting back on the bed after dropping the tray on the side table, he places his head on my laps and had me touching his handsome smooth face.

“The way you fall in love with me, why can’t he do the same and give Calista the happiness she deserves?”

“Maybe they both ain’t might to be together.” He chuckles and I frown immediately.