WURAOLA

SEVENTY SIX

TINO

"Do you know what the time is? It's almost 2 AM and she's not fucking back!" Gianni paced around in the bedroom, and I looked down at the book in my hand, trying not to look bothered but I was.

Where the hell was she at this time of the night?

"Sit, you're giving me a bloody headache" I muttered, rereading the same line again and again but even then, I could barely focus.

"Call Vince" Gianni ordered, walking towards me with a burning impatience in his eyes. Just then, there was the sound of the door opening and closing before a familiar giggle rang through the house.

"He was so hot. Did you see how he took his shirt off...so hot" she slurred, stumbling into the living room. A pair of heels in one hand and a handbag in the other.

And oh, what a beautiful mess she was.

"Annie!" She giggled as she dropped the things in her hand, pointing at Gianni whose jaws clenched and I exhaled, knowing this wouldn't turn out well for her.

"You're late" His tone was shaky, desperate to maintain his sanity. It was truly adorable, I thought to myself as I shut the book in my hand close, staring at the drunken angel who couldn't seem to stand on her own any longer.

"And you're drunk" He snapped, and she giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck. Her dress fluttered lightly, and I chuckled as Gianni pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Let her be. It's not every time she gets to go out like this" I stood up, ready to go to bed. My gaze fell on the girl who couldn't even stand on her own and her gaze fell on me.

Gianni glared at me, lips parted in shock like he couldn't believe it.

"Tea!" She grinned so foolishly and I sighed, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

'Tea?' I chuckled and shook my head. 

"Time to go to bed" I smacked her ass and somehow, we managed to get into bed in one piece and she fell asleep as soon as she took a shower.

"Would it kill you to stop smoking?" Gianni called from the bed, a brow raised as he watched me as I was about to light a cigar. The lilac sheets did look quite odd against his tattooed body, still very delectable though.

"Probably" I eyed the half-nude girl in bed as she slept carelessly, unaware that she was in the middle of hungry predators. Gianni followed my gaze and smirked, tilting his head at me.

"You're one self-righteous bastard, you know?" He climbed out of bed, his pajama pants just below his waist while his torso was on display. His eyes gleamed with a ridiculous taunting and some desire.

"I am?" I chuckled, lighting the cigar as he drew closer to me until I was caged right between his hands with a smirk.

"Yeah. You keep making me play bad cop and at the end, I don't get a reward and you get mad at me too" He pointed out, probably recalling the numerous times I got mad at him when he played bad cop when I asked him to. 

Well...he's not wrong about that.

I smirked, flicking the lighter as he leaned against me, his breathing grew heavy.

Of course, I had numerous selfish motives for it, but all of those reasons revolved around the girl in our bed.

Better him than me.

I took a deep drag of the cigar, relishing the familiar comfort as it had been a while since I got to smoke because Fiore didn't like it.

I let out a deep breath, looking down at Gianni whose gaze seemed to beg for attention...beg for my cock.