Mafia Desire novel (Ava and Andrew) novel Chapter 12

Chapter 12
Ava's Point of View

"Pause right there."

I sighed, knowing that only one person in the house spoke to me with such disdain in his voice.

I didn't bother turning around; I just started walking faster towards the door, which I had gotten my hands on and opened.

Before I could slip through, the door slammed shut and Andrew whipped me around, forcing me to face him. Since I escaped, no one, not one male, had touched me except on my hands. When he touched my waist, it felt like his hand was burning off my clothes. He took his hand from my waist and placed it on the back door.

Both of his hands were now on the door, trapping me inside. His chest was only a few inches away from mine, and I could feel his body heat radiating onto me. I inhaled his scent and was reminded of how nice he smelled. I looked up at him, his face so close to mine that I looked up even more, meeting his gaze. I was mesmerized when I looked into his deep green eyes. He appeared angry, but I was calm. I was able to observe him and noticed a hint of brown bordering his pupil, which only added to the beauty of his eyes. I knew he was angry, but when I looked into his eyes this time, I didn't see Sylvester, I didn't see my fears, and I didn't see all of my bad memories.

"I told you to stop, kitten." He spoke in hushed tones, barely above a whisper.

His voice was bitter and enraged, reminding me of why I didn't want to be this close to him.

"It's Ava to you, and I'd prefer you weren't this close to me so I don't break your arm." With annoyance in my voice, I said.

I crossed my arms across my chest, wondering what insult he was about to throw at me.

"We're going to discuss what you said to Dalia." He replied, remaining firm in his stance.

"What are you talking about? If you haven't noticed, I spent all day with her, so you'll have to be more specific." I spit and rolled my eyes.

"I'm not in the mood to play games, kitten." He stated

"I told you, you'll call me Ava, not some stupid animal name, and to be honest, I'm not in the mood, so let's make it easier on both of us, I'll leave, and you won't have to deal with me." Cool, okay, cool, bye bye." I turned around and reached for the doorknob again, feeling his presence behind me but choosing to ignore it.

He grabbed my arm and dragged me into the living room, where he threw me onto one of the large sofa chairs. He towered over me and grabbed both arm rests, trapping me.

"I'm just not in the mood." He yelled as I jumped in fear, not letting him know.

"OK, relax, Dalia is in the other room, and I don't want to scare her." I said, trying to get him to shut up.

When I didn't see Dalia enter the room, I relaxed and returned my gaze to him.

"So are you going to tell me what I allegedly said to Dalia that made you so upset?" I grumbled, knowing I'd miss my train if I didn't leave soon.

"You told her I made you upset and that I was mean; I don't care what you say about me outside of this house, but when you're in here, you'll talk to me and about me with respect." He said this while raising his voice.

"So I'm supposed to lie to her and basically tell her that lying is acceptable because her older brother has no morals?" I fired back, my gaze fixed on him.

"Shut your damn mouth, I've never been mean to you, I just made sure you knew who you really are." I know this little act you're putting on is a ruse; I know the real you, the real you I saw in LA." He said it again, hinting at my past, which I wished would go away.

I sighed, knowing he'd say something like that, knowing he'd use my past against me. He'd already called me a "whore" and stated that he was only going to judge me based on what I used to do. He had no knowledge of my past, and I would rather accept all of his words than open up to him and reveal all of my secrets. Even if I told him what had really happened, he would only use it against me. So I just took the heat because he wasn't worth it.

His words had no meaning, for me he was just another jerk.

I stood up, forcing Andrew to back up.

"Okay, Andrew, I'm not going to tell Dalia about you anymore." I opened the door and rushed outside as I walked to the door.