✥ The Mob Boss & His Therapist ✥ [part one/ unedited]
BEING EDITED FOR FURTHER PUBLISHING
Rafael Rossi, a glass like fragile Italian mob boss, who has sworn to never let anyone on his demons that have only resulted him post traumatic stress disorde...
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Rafael just continued to look at her and memorized every little sound of her syllables. Ravenna hesitatingly brought up her soft hand to his cheek and gently stroked it with the pad of her thumb in an attempt to soothe his running mind.
Rafael instantly blinded his cyan blue eyes from the world as he relaxed into her. She smiled at his peaceful expression while his hands loosened from the grip of her waist and just showed how vulnerable he had gotten for her.
"Have you eaten?" She asked as he only hummed a negative response.
"Let me go make something for dinner for the both of us." Ravenna added as she pulled away from his cheek. He instantly groaned in disapproval, but tightened his grip on her waist.
"Rafael, I need to make something to eat." She explained to him as he sighed and slowly let loose of his hold on her.
Ravenna gave him a soft smile before leaning up to peck his cheek. Her lips came in a quick contact with his cheek before she pulled away just as quick. Rafael instantly reframed his grip back on her waist as Ravenna sighed in disapproval.
"Please, I need to make dinner." Ravenna pleaded as he turned his face to the other side of his cheek where he was asking her lips to come in contact. She stood there confused before she understood what he was referring to. Sighing, she went in to kiss his other cheek.
Before her lips could come in contact with the side of his cheek, Rafael quickly turned his head. Ravenna's eyes widened as her lips came in contact with his lips. She quickly pulled away after pecking his lips while he smirked at her reaction. He finally loosened his grip on her which Ravenna quickly used to her advantage to head to the kitchen.
"Shrimp Alfredo, fine with you?" She asked him as he nodded in approval.
She quickly pulled out the necessary ingredients to cook the meal while placing the pasta to boil in the heated water. As she started on the sauce, she instantly stopped her stirring as she felt a certain someone behind her.
Ravenna placed the stirring spoon down and pushed away towards the already cleaned shrimp. Quickly moving back she mixed everything together in the pan over the heat.
"Smells good." He whispered into her ear as she finished off the last bit of stirring in the pan.
"You can go have a seat over there while I serve the plates." Ravenna issued as he placed his chin on her shoulder as if he was trying to oversee the cooking process.
