The Mafia Leaders Son (Mafia Series #1)

Bad Boy Snuggles

Song: Slow Motion by The Execs

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"You're going to end up a whore, just like your mother," he seethes, grabbing me by my hair, and slamming me into the wall.

"I'm not! I promise!" I cry out, but he doesn't listen. I'm only fifteen. Why is this happening?

"Shut up!" he screams at me. He comes at me, and I let out an ear piercing scream before he's punching me in the face, knocking me out cold.

"Emma. Emma! Wake up!"

"No! Please!" I cry, covering my face. Suddenly, a light comes on next to me. My eyes fly open and I see a worried Jake staring back at me. "Jake?"

"Hey, I'm here." He caresses my face, wiping tears I didn't know had fallen down my face. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just a bad dream." I finally get a good look at him, and notice he's only wearing black sweatpants. "You don't have a shirt on." I blurt out.

His eyes widen, and he looks down at himself. "Aw damn, did it turn invisible again?" He sighs, looking back up at me with a defeated look on his face.

I try to hold back, but I can't. I bust out laughing, and he chuckles, a smile forming on his handsome face. "Sorry, I'm half asleep. I have no filter right now."

"It's okay." He laughs. "It's pretty cute." I blush at his words, and look away. "Go back to sleep, princess."

He goes to get up, but I grab his arm. He looks back down at me. "Will you stay?"

"Yeah, of course." He lays down next to me, and unexpectedly, he pulls me into him, and wraps his arms tightly around me. "This okay?"

I can't help but smile, feeling the shocks he's sending through me. I'm flush against his bare tattoo covered chest, my face nuzzled in his neck. "Yeah, it is." He adjusts the blankets on us, and starts to play with my hair.

"Good night, beautiful," he whispers, kissing my forehead, making me swoon. I cannot catch feelings for him. His life is made out of violence, and I'm trying to get away from it. But with him, I feel safe, and not scared at all.

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"Princess, wake up," a deep raspy voice whispers next to me. My eyes slowly open, and they lock with Jake's bright green ones. I can't help but smile at him.

"Good morning, Jake." He smiles back, brushing hair out of my face.

"We need to get ready for school," he tells me, sitting up. My eyes run over the tattoo covered God next time me. Then my mind registers his words.

"No. I can't." His eyes narrow.

"Why not?" I simply point to my face.

"Nobody can see this shit. I don't think I have any makeup left to cover it. He destroyed it all."

"Well, luckily for you then, my mom does people's makeup. She's a stay at home mom, and that's her side hobby," he tells me, grabbing his phone. "Let me send her a text, see if she's up."