DESIRED (BWWM)

50 Shades Of Titanic

★Cingulomania★
[A strong desire to hold a person in your arms]
★sing-gyoo-loh-nee-uh★

Renée's pov

Elijah left after receiving an intense phone call. he cursed and shouted so loud it echoed through my room, so it surprised me when he gently kissed me on the forehead and told me he was leaving.

I'm so confused.

One minute he's telling me to stay the hell away and the next he's telling me that he wants to eat me up. I blush as I remember his heated stare.

  After he left I took a quick shower. Throwing on a plain jean skirt and a sleeveless tank, pairing it with my light brown vans.

I actually combed my hair and I admire myself in the mirror, my curls fall loosely around my face and on my shoulder.
My mother stumbled through the door not to long ago and poked her head inside my room, she asked me where I was going and I told her.

That's it. No apologies, no explanation, no nothing.

It's like I'm the adult and she's the kid and honestly it's getting tiring to always be worried about her.

Sighing, I make my way out of the bedroom when I hear a knock on the door. I check the time on my phone and it surprises me that it's already so late.

  I open the door and I'm greeted by a really tall and muscular guy. Just like Elijah, his body is littered with tattoos. The only thing different is his lack of nose ring, he has two piercings in his ear though.

My mouth hangs open as I look up at him.
"You her?" He asks and I nod my head with my mouth still hanging open.
"What are you four eight?" He asks scowling and my temper flares.

"I'm five two! What are you a jackass?" I ask with my hands on my hips.
"Fucking funny. I'm rolling," he says with a straight face and I purse my lips.

Are all Elijah's friends as sarcastic as he is?

"Do you have to swear?"
"Yes I fucking do"
I look up at him narrowing my eyes.
"Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?" I ask and Mr Rude looks at me, a surprised smile forming on his face.

"You're a feisty gattina I like that. Come on shawty move your legs," he commands before turning around and walking away.
"Hey slow down!" I shout. Practically running to keep up with him.
(Translation: kitten)

I sit in the back once we're in his car and scroll through my phone because I'm bored.
When I'm even more bored I decide to talk to Mr Rude.
"Do you even know where you're going?"
"Yes," he answers dryly and I sigh, tugging on my hair and thinking about what to ask him next.

"What's your name?"
"None of your business"
"Is it bad? I bet it's something cliche like Tank," I say laughing at my own joke. Mr Rude doesn't answer me so I roll my eyes and I kick the back of his seat.

"Can I call you 'none Yuh' for short?" I ask. Smirking a little and he rolls his eyes.

"It's Titanic," he finally answers, running his hands through his hair.
"Oh man really?" I ask struggling to contain my laughter. "That's rich. I'm so sorry for you," I say as my laughter increases.

"Wanna know how I got the name gattina?" He ask as a sinister smirk forms on his face. I shrug my shoulders, meeting his eyes through the rear view mirror.
(Translation: kitten)

"Sure," I say and he chuckles darkly.
"I sink bodies," he says nonchalantly and all humor vanishes from the once funny name as I struggle to swallow my saliva. Sometimes I forget that I'm practically living with the Mafia, so why would his friends be any different? They're murderers. Criminals. They find their solace on the dark side and I need to remember that.

"Oh," I mutter and this time he laughs at me.
"Just oh? What no snarky remark?" He asks still smiling and I slowly shake my head.

"Nope. So can I call you Ty?" I ask, attempting to change the subject. He doesn't answer me so I go to the edge of my seat and tilt my head up, looking at him. "So can I?"

"No," he gruffly answer and I just shrug my shoulders. "Okay. I'm gonna call you Ty,"  I say and he rolls his eyes but smiles slightly.

"So Ty, want to know my name?"
"You don't stop talking do you?" He asks instead and I scowl t him. "You try being locked up in the same place for a week with no one to talk to,"

I grumble letting a little of the anger I'm feeling show. I take a couple of deep breaths before plastering a smile on my face.
"My name is Renée in case you were wondering but you can call me Ren if you'd like"

I say and he goes back to ignoring me.
"So Ty, you work for Elijah?" I ask, deciding to continue our non- conversation anyway.
"I work with Elijah and he owes me big time for babysitting your talkative ass"

He says to me clearly irritated and I gasp dramatically. "You're not babysitting me! I'm seventeen years old," I crumble, sitting back fully in my the seat and folding my arms across my chest.

"It's not my fault Mr bipolar married my mother and you can tell him I said that too," I say to Titanic and he laughs. "Just tell me when we get there,"
I grumble, making myself comfortable and willing sleep to come but of course it doesn't.

I wonder when I'll actually be able to sleep?

I wonder absentmindedly as I count sheep in my head.

I know its a short chapter but a chapter is a chapter so.....

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