Dilara

Chapter 21:

'You know what, fuck you.' I snap. 'And get the fuck out of my house.' I shrug Mimi off and walk out of the kitchen. I walk up to my bedroom and collapse onto my bed.

There's no way I'm speaking to that pendejo again. Someone knocks on the door.

'Go away!' I yell throwing a pillow at the door.

The door opens up and I see Alora standing there.

'Hey...' she says.

'If Adriano told you to speak to me, tell him to man up and say it himself.' I snap.

'I need to speak to you.' She says waking towards my bed.

'About what?' I ask. She lays down on the bed next to me, her purple hair fanning out on the mattress.

'First, I want to congratulate you on joining the mafia.' She says.

'I wasn't really a choice.' I reply.

'You still got chosen.' She adds, she pauses before speaking again.

'Secondly, I sent the message.' She says calmly.

I get up and stare at her in shock.

'I sent it from an untraceable number.' She continues. 'Adriano just told me what to say, so if you're going to be mad at someone be mad at me.'

'He was still involved,' I mutter. 'Why can't he just be happy for me?' Alora sighs and sits up.

'Adriano wouldn't do something to ruin someone's life.' She says, rubbing her forehead.

'It seems like he's trying to do that.' I sigh.

'Trust me.' She says getting up and walking to the door. 'I'll let you rest now.' Alora leaves the room.

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'Dilara!' Terzo yells.

'What!' I yell.

'Come down!' He yells. I sigh and put my phone down on my bed. I walk out of my room and go downstairs.

'What do you want?' I ask rubbing my shoulder.

'Adriano needs you, he's in your garden.' He says.

'Why is he still here?' I snap. 'It's been three hours.' Terzo shrugs.

'Just go out to him.' He replies.

I walk out into the garden and there are many, huge buckets of paint. Adriano is standing in the middle with his arms crossed.

'What do you want.' I snap.

'I've prepared an apology for you.' Adriano says. I raise my eyebrow and he clears his throat.

'Why the fuck, are there random buckets of paint?' I snap walking towards him.

He dips his hand into the red paint and the next thing I know, his hand is pressed against the middle of my face.

'Shut up and listen pazza.' He snaps removing his hand. I wipe the red off my lips.

'You little dick.' I snarl. I dip my hand into the bucket of blue paint and slap him across the face. He stands there stunned with a blue hand print on his face.

'I mean it when I say my dick is not little.' He says calmly. He picks up a smaller bucket of red paint and pours it onto me. 'Do you want to check?'

'This is how you wanted to apologise?' I snap, wiping the paint from my eyes.

'No, but you've just made this more fun.' He smirks.

He's an asshole. I pick up a smaller bucket of green paint and pour it onto him.

While his eyes are closed, I tackle him to the ground. He lands with a thud on his back and groans. I sit up, straddling him.

I grab the nearest bucket of paint which happens to be the colour blue, and dunk it all over him. He wipes his eyes.

'You're an asshole,' I snarl, pouring more paint on him. 'I just want you to be happy for me.'

He tries to sit up but I push him back down. I pin his arms over his head, making the muscles in his biceps more pronounced.

'Why can't you just be happy for me?' I sigh.

'I was happy for you,' he mutters. 'But seeing you with a different man was like someone stabbing my heart a million times, it was nothing I wanted to experience ever again.'

Before I can process what Adriano said, he breaks hold of my grip, pulls my head down and smashes his lips onto mine.

His touch ignites something inside of me.

I kiss him back passionately, and he puts his hand inside my cropped black shirt, and starts rubbing my back.

I put my hands in his hair. Adriano puts another hand on my hip and starts rubbing me against him. He puts his tongue into me and I moan softly.

I can feel him underneath me, so I start grinding my hips on him. He breaks the kiss and our eyes examine each other's faces with lust and longing. I want to feel him skin on skin, and I know he does too.

'This wasn't the planned apology was it?' I say softly, resting my forehead on his.

'No, but I like this one much better.' He gives me a peck on the lips.

I get up and extend my hand, helping Adriano up.

'Don't think I've forgiven you.' I say.

'Then I'll have to make it up to you even more.' He smirks. 'Tomorrow night, when you come to the family gathering.'

'What about your girlfriend.' I ask.

'Not my girlfriend, she's an ex-hookup.' He replies. Adriano takes out his phone and goes on the chat with Diana.

Adriano: We where never dating, I don't want you near me again.

'She left you on seen.' I laugh.

'At least she got the message.' He shrugs.

We walk back into my house and Zoya is standing there smirking.

'You two ama gli uccelli should go clean up.' She laughs.

Translation: Love birds

Adriano and I look at each other.

'I hope you enjoyed the show.' Adriano says.

'Oh we did.' Terzo laughs from the table behind her, 'I even made popcorn.'

Adriano glares at Terzo, walks over to him and snatches it out of his hand.

'It's mine now.' He says. Terzo's mouth hangs open in shock.

We walk up stairs and Mimi brings us some towels.

'Both of your lips are purple,' Mimi laughs. My fingers go to my lips.

'There was purple paint outside.' Adriano replies calmly.

'I don't recall buying any.' Mimi laughs. She hands us some towels and winks at me.

'Now go shower.' She says.

*AUTHORS NOTE*
Heyyy, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, I hope Adriano and Dilara stay happy.
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