The Mafia and Her ✔

Chapter 15

A month and a half had passed since I first joined the Mafia. 

I was just kidding. I wasn't a Mafia girl, but if we were talking about technicality, I was. I did join the Mafia but as a translator.

Dad and Heath didn't know where I was staying yet. They knew I was in Boston but were oblivious to my exact whereabouts. I hoped... because I hadn't heard anything from them. Not that I want to see their ugly faces. 

Good thing I don't look like my dad.

"Eat." Izan shoved the spoon in my mouth without warning, and I almost choked to death.

Dramatic much?

"Easy there, bud," I said with a mouthful of rice, and he rolled his eyes. 

Ever since I told him about my past and eating habits, he made sure that he would be present for every meal of the day to ensure I was eating properly. He was a sweet pumpkin. 

I wasn't skin on bones anymore. I had meat on my body, and I had never felt healthier.

Freaking Mia, you must rot in hell.

"Smile, will you?" I remarked when I saw his glare at my still full plate. I was so busy translating documents and contracts that I neglected my food. 

He grumbled something and placed another spoon near my mouth. I ate it with a smile, and he didn't say anything. Just kept feeding me like a toddler, like how he would feed Alvaro if he had the chance.

"Can I visit Vivian today?" He nodded instantly. He never refused my requests, and to be honest, I never asked for too much. 

On second thought, he refused one thing. He didn't let me return his unlimited credit card. I barely used it since I was finally getting paid for my hard work and spending my own money on essentials, but it was a start.

I wanted to test where he would draw the line with my requests. "I want to shave my head," I stated, and his eyes widened for a split second.

He cleared his throat, clearly walking on eggshells. "Are you sure?"

"Yes," I lied. I became an expert liar.

He winced and said, "Well, if it will make you happy..."

I beamed and pinched his cheeks. He slapped my hands, and I laughed. "You're adorable, but don't worry. I'll look like a potato if I shave it, so rest at ease, bud."

He shook his head, already exhausted from my weird antics. "Don't call me bud."

"But you are my bud, we are roommates, we are coworkers. Are we not friends?" My eyes widened at the thought. I knew I was annoying, but I thought he was my friend.

"I, ugh, joder mi vida... we are friends," he replied when he saw me pouting. [Fuck my life.] 

A while ago, I discovered that he couldn't handle my sadness, and I took advantage of it. 

"Dang straight we are! Wait, are you straight? I'm cool if you aren't! I am not judging-"

"Vera, I am." He held my gaze, and I nodded. "Now, finish your damn food so we can leave." He handed me my spoon and stood up to clean his plate. "Mama Vivian invited us and my men for a movie night since it's Sunday and no one had plans," he told me, and I jumped in excitement.

"I need to change my clothes."

"Food first." I huffed and sat back down. "Good girl," he said so seriously, and I giggled at how hot he sounded saying those words.