Amila smiled up at Marcos as he squeezed her waist gently. She stayed glued to his side the whole way back. He kissed her temple as they approached his boys, he turned to Luca,
"And don't you ever talk about my family. That's how you catch smoke", Marcos warned him.
Luca scoffed, "yeah, whatever man".
Amila rubbed the back of her neck, her phone beeped signaling she got a text. She pulled out her phone seeing a text from Luca:
LUCA: Thxs Mils. I owe you one. I miss my bff :(
Amila sighed putting her phone away with a soft look, she nudged Marcos who wrapped his arm around her shoulder kissing her forehead, she huffed, playfully biting his arm. He grunted picking her up by the thighs, she squealed as he put her up against the wall, she smiled humming as he kissed her neck, leaving small love bites. She moaned softly before she slammed her lips against his and pulled back with a mischievous look,
"I'm hungry", she giggled as he sighed rolling his eyes. He huffed placing her on her feet,
"You did that on purpose", he mumbled. Amila leaned up kissing his lips softly,
"I know", she smiled taking his hand and dragging him to his car.
Amila pulled on his hand but she stopped on the passenger side, she glanced at Marcos taking a seat on his hood, he raised an eyebrow at her,
"What is it?", he asked seeing how nervous she looked, he tilted her chin up rubbing it,
"Talk to me Hermosa".
Amila's shoulders sagged,
"I'm...im thinking about going back to work soon, but I just...", she looked up at him to see him stand in between her legs,
"I don't want it to be awkward or weird with them. Or, I don't know, maybe I should just quit", she sadly looks at him.
Marcos knew how much her job meant to her, he placed his hands on her face, making her look up at him,
"Baby, don't quit something that you love", he moved a strand of hair behind her ear, "the only way for you to get this weight off your shoulders is to confront them. Hear them out and if you want to; forgive them. I don't like that they just tossed you on the side when you needed them, but their still family to you...", he kissed her forehead.
Amila held his hands against her cheeks, despite what he just said, she felt that it was too soon to forgive them. Marcos captured her lips pulling her body into his,
"Whatever you decide...I got you", he softly says gazing into her eyes. She smiled wrapping her arms around his waist pulling him into a hug, he chuckled wrapping his arms around her shoulders, rubbing her back. Marcos leaned down to her ear,
"Come on, let's eat. Or, I'll take you to the house and I can think of something else to eat", he huskily says to Amila who's eyes grew wide and quickly got off the car and into the passenger seat. He grinned shaking his head.
✨✨✨AT THE DINER✨✨✨
Laughter could be heard throughout the diner as Amila laughed at Marcos who choked on his fries after she told him a dirty joke. She pat his back rubbing it. He sat beside her as she munched on her fries dipping them into her milkshake. She leaned forward offering some to Marcos who sampled it, he tilted his head down taking the piece by his mouth, she bit her lip at the feeling.
"Not bad", he smirked. She glared knowing exactly what he was doing. He took another French fry and dipped it into her milkshake. She leaned her body on his, her hand rubbing up his thigh causing him to tense and grab the table but her phone interrupted. She huffed pulling it out to see Luca's contact,
"Answer it", she looked over to Marcos, "talk to him. I may not be cool with them but tell him how you feel", he ushered her out of the booth. She leaned down kissing his cheek,
"This isn't over", she whispered squeezing his thigh hearing him hiss before walking out and answering her phone,
"Luca?"
