Mafia Desire novel (Ava and Andrew) novel Chapter 24

Chapter 24
Ava's POV

I was awakened at 7:30 a.m. by a text from Veronica.

Veronica: You don't need to come today; I'm back from the hospital so that I can take care of Dalia.

Me: Are you sure? I'm always available to come over and assist you, so you can rest.

Veronica: I'm sure Andrew is here in case something goes wrong.

Me: Okay, then! I'll see you tomorrow!

I sighed; I wanted answers from Andrew, but it was probably for the best that I had a day to process everything that had happened.

Even though I went to bed at 8 p.m. last night, I was still exhausted. I chose to sleep longer and awoke two hours later.

I got out of bed and walked over to my window. I observed New York's busy streets, taxis honking at cars everywhere, people racing down the street, and office buildings filling with people walking in and out.

People came to New York to either blend in or make it big. I came to hide and be unnoticed, but I wasn't doing a good job because of the people I worked for.

I stopped admiring the bustling city and began to dress. I decided to just do me today because I had just spent some time with my friends.

I was craving some of my favorite scones from a bakery just a few blocks away, so I dressed down in ripped jeans, a t-shirt, and black boots. I walked down to New York's busy streets, plugged my earphones into my phone, and began drowning out the noise. It only took about ten minutes to get to the bakery, and by the time I arrived, the only thing I could hear was my stomach grumbling.

When I opened the door to my favorite bakery, I was greeted by the tantalizing aroma of baked goods floating through the air. I took in the aromas and sights of all the little treats. I walked over to the counter and saw the lemon scones I'd been fantasizing about all morning.

"Can I please have a lemon scone and an espresso?" I inquired of the lady behind the counter.

"That will cost you $5." She responded.

Before I could hand over my wallet, a familiar voice said, "I've got it."

I looked up and saw the same guy from yesterday..

"Are you stalking me now?" I said it sarcastically.

"Me, stalking you. Haha, I think you're wrong." As he handed the lady his credit card, he said with a smirk.

"Well, you basically beat me up in an alleyway, you showed up at my house yesterday, and now you're here." I expressed my displeasure.

When I mentioned the alleyway, his expression changed. "Look, I'm really sorry about the alleyway, and I'm trying to make amends, but I'm not stalking you. I come here for coffee almost every morning." He responded.

"Five dollars will not compensate." I responded.

"I know, I know, but please give me the opportunity to make it up to you. I will answer all of your questions over breakfast. I understand your curiosity." He stated.

I looked around the bakery; there were a lot of people, so he couldn't hurt me without anyone noticing. When I looked up at him again, he looked genuine, as if he was truly sorry and wanted to make amends.

"OK, fine," I said.

"Great." With a smile on his face, he said.

Now I could look at him without worrying about him trying something.

He was really tall, probably taller than Andrew, but he didn't have Andrew's dominant aura around him.

He had brown hair that looked almost blonde in the sunlight. His eyes were brown with gold specks in them. I took my gaze away from his face to examine his body, and I was impressed. His blue T-shirt was baggy, but his biceps were defined and muscular, peeking out of his sleeves. His shoulders were wide and strong. Even though I couldn't see his stomach, I'm guessing he had a six pack based on the rest of his body.

He was undeniably attractive on the outside.

"Are you enjoying the view?" he inquired.

When I looked back up at him, I noticed he was staring at me. He noticed me looking at him. "You wish, Blue." I responded.

"Blue?" He inquired, his brow furrowed.

"Your shirt is blue, and I don't know your name." Shrugging my shoulders, I said.

"I'm Travis, Shortness." He responded with a smile on his face.

"I know you didn't call me fucking "shortness," I retorted, annoyed.

"I'm fairly certain I did, shortness." He said, bemusedly looking at me.

I locked my gaze on him. "I'm going to cut your balls off, bl....." "Here's your espresso and scone, Ma'am." The lady behind the counter interrupted me. "Sir, here's your black coffee." She said this while batting her eyelashes and raising her voice two octaves to Travis.

"Come on, shortness, let's get a table." He laughed as he grabbed his coffee and walked over to an empty table.

"We're going to have a problem if you keep calling me that." As I walked behind him, I grumbled.

We sat at a table near the window, and I watched as he sipped his coffee and gazed out the window. I studied his movements and eyes; he appeared happy on the outside, but I could see sadness in his eyes.

"So go ahead and ask." He said as he turned away from the window to look at me.