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Mafia Desire novel (Ava and Andrew) novel Chapter 33

Chapter 33
"Are you sure?" Andrew inquired.

"Yes," I said.

Andrew's jaw clenched, his shoulders tightened, and his fists balled up, turning his knuckles white. He shifted his gaze away from me and up at Seb, his eyes blazing.

"It wasn't Seb's fault." Robert appeared out of nowhere, and when he let go of me, I ran and screamed." I tried to calm Andrew down, but he clearly didn't listen because when he heard Robert had touched me, he turned around and punched the wall.

I took a step back from him, knowing that he was enraged and that I shouldn't get involved.

"Did that son of a b*tch touch you?" He screamed.

"Y-yes, but relax. "I'm fine." I said

"You're okay?! YOU COULD BARELY STOP SHAKING. OKAY, MY ASS." He responded by yelling back.

I was startled by the volume of his voice, and Seb was clearly concerned.

"Ava, please leave right now." Seb exclaimed.

I dashed out the door as quickly as I could. I knew he wouldn't hurt me, but he didn't want me to see what he was capable of, and he didn't want to scare me either.

I dashed to my room and locked myself in the bathroom, where I sat next to the toilet and felt my breakfast come up. I leaned over the toilet and puked likely everything I had eaten in the previous 24 hours.

I stood by the toilet for what seemed like an eternity until I heard a knock on my bathroom door.

"Hey, kitten," Andrew called out.

"Hey, Andrew. Give me a moment, and I'll be right out." I replied, flushing the toilet and checking myself in the mirror. My hair was a mess, there were bags under my eyes, and my cheeks had lost all of their color.

I ran my fingers through my hair, attempting to tame it before giving up.

I unlocked the bathroom door and looked Andrew in the eyes.

"Are you okay, kitten?" He inquired, taking one of my arms in his grip.

I hadn't realized how weak I was until I requested Andrew to walk me to my bed.

"Haha, thanks for telling me I look good." I remarked sarcastically before settling into my bed.

"No, don't get up. You require nourishment." He said while grabbing one of my arms and yanking me off my bed.

"Ugh fine, but you'll have to help me down those stairs." I said.

"No, I'll simply pick you up." Andrew swept me off my feet and carried me out of my room.

When we got downstairs, he put me on the counter and went to get some food from the fridge.

"Where have the chefs gone?" I inquired as he began to prepare some food.

"I sent them home; it's just me and you in here." He responded.

"What are you doing to me?" I inquired.

"The only thing I know how to make is an omelet." He said, cracking eggs into a bowl and whisking them.

"Awn, Andrew, the ruthless Mafia leader, making me food. Who would have guessed?" Giggling, I said.

"Kitten, don't push it." He said in a deep voice.

I chuckled as he turned around to continue making me an omelet.

He was wearing a white button-up shirt that was tight enough to show off his bicep and chest muscles but not so tight to look like he was suffocating. His sleeves were rolled up, exposing the majority of his arm tattoos. He had messed up his hair, probably from punching the wall and running his hand through it too many times.

He was absolutely stunning. I knew exactly what I needed and was determined to obtain it.

"Come here," I said to Andrew.

He turned to face me and began walking towards me. Despite the fact that I was sitting on the counter and he was standing, he was an inch or two taller than me.

He was the only man in the world I would allow to touch me, as if I wanted him to. When he touched me, I wasn't reminded of Sylvester; rather, he felt like the only man to ever touch my skin. When I was with him, I felt safe.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and drew him into my embrace. He raised his eyebrow, I ignored him, placing my hand on the back of his neck and drew his head to mine. I pressed my lips against his, drawing him closer and trailing my hands up to his hair. He placed one hand on my waist, grabbing it, and the other on the back of my head, tangled in my hair.

His kisses became increasingly wet and hot. I was completely consumed by desire.

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