25
Shut up
"Hello, you." I am welcomed in a passionate kiss.
I place a hand on his shoulder, preventing him from going further once I felt his hand crawl underneath my shirt. Anger laid naked in his eyes, he's stressed. "What happened?" I massage his tensed shoulders.
"Nothing you have to worry about, baby." He pulls me in for another kiss. Not going any longer than a smack.
"Doesn't seem like it."
After a boring evening, I've decided to visit Stavros in his office. I have never been to the Philidelphian-Koenig merged manor before, this is one of the few firsts I've yet to check off my list. The guards and men seemed alarmed as I walk through the colossal halls and corridors. Fear and admiration all in one while their eyes follow me as I open the door to Stavros' office. A diverse group of men sat firmly around the long table. Stavros sat in a large chair that's fit for a king. Poker-faced.
He talked limitedly, only opened his mouth when he felt the need to voice out his opinions. The men were like starved dogs awaiting for their owner to feed them. Most of the men did horribly in hiding their greed and hate. They put up with Stavros because they wanted power. Power hungry dogs. No one would say a thing, no one dared to. It's an unspoken rule to disrepect another made man.
Among the long list of unspoken rules, this one was the most important one of all. Disrespecting means to question the man's power and honor. They knew that even if they be discordant to his ways, everyone in the oi mafiózoi would turn a blind eye on them. Stavros, although the being the youngest in this syndicate, holds a great amount of laudation and dominated them all.
Cicero Philidelphia trained his grandson to be the best of the best. And so far, Stavros hasn't failed his grandfather yet. Schólio Cicero took great pride in his daughter, Stavros' mama: Andromena, true to her name. She really did rule over the hearts of the Philidelphia men. Both the schólio and the soldiers. Eventually, her charms reached the heart of the german schólio, Stavros' father: Duibhin Koenig.
"Herr Koenig, we can't just keep our mouths shut. The Greeks are blaming you—"
Stavros silenced him, "Let them blame me. I never back down from the truth. We all know what I did, let's not kid ourselves."
"Herr, but what about the case of your father's death?" this intrigued me.
The men haven't noticed my presence yet, they were too invested in the meeting. All of them had their attention to Stavros; As for him, however, had his attention on the scattered papers in front of them.
He massaged his temples. "Aldoph," the man named Adolph lifts his head up as soon as he heard his name.
"Yes, herr?"
"What are the reports on that, and please... make it good or I swear to god, I will blow off all your asses."
Adolph visibly cleared his throat. "T-the detectives have the files you've been asking for... Apparently, Mr. Duibhin had been roaming the streets of Boston when that happened."
"So, what does that have to do with his death?"
"Ahm, well, he was ambushed—"
A man caught my gaze. "Herr, gibt es Mädchen."
His cold gaze took my breathe away. His leer was followed by his men. With alarmed faces they turn to Stavros, silently asking what to do with me. I caught a man looking at my breasts. Unfortunately for him, Stavros seemed to have caught him as well. He leans on his side, whispered to the man that sat to his right. With a vicious look and a flick of his fingers, the man stood and saw the pervert out.
I wasn't naive to not know what his fate was.
"Meine Herren, lassen Sie uns." They all stood at his command, like puppets. Swarming out of the room in a rush. A few of them glanced at me in suspicion as they went out.
I bit my lip and greeted him. Only to be welcomed with a kiss. He pulled me to his lap and his arm loop around my waist. His heated gaze locked with mine.
"So, what are you doing here? D'you miss me, hmm?" he snubbed my words with another question.
I concluded that maybe he doesn't wanna talk about it. My hands fondled with his hair, wrougthing his scalp in attempt to ease his stressed self.
"Oh, I wouldn't say missed..." he raised a brow at this. "Alright, alright. Maybe I did, but only a fraction. I came here 'cause I was bored."
"This isn't a safe place for you to roam all due to boredom, little Hasi."
I giggled at his endearment. "That's quite new, what does it mean?"
"My little bunny."
"I'm no bunny, though."
"To me, you are. Now, what do you want to do now that you've invaded my meeting?"
His hand on my thigh momentarily dissuaded me from ny thoughts. I endeavoured to swat his hand away; only to fail as he tightens his grip. The veins of his appendages popped. I draped my leg over the other in attempt to gather the lecherous thoughts that played in my head.
Damn. His hand alone could impregnate a woman. Deary me, this man was so infruriatably hot.
"My hands could impregnate a woman, huh?"
Blushing would have been no problem, but what I did was go as red as a beetroot and radiate heat like a hot pan. You could have cooked a three course meal on my face. My hair shielded me from his vision, I could almost hear the smirk in his voice as he teased me. I wanted the earth to open up and swallow me whole. Though, there were times that I don't mind my word vomit... but, of all times I could've embarrassed myself.
"Stop," I plant my hand down his lips. His chuckles filled my hearing, he caught my wrist and removed the hand that covered his mouth.
"Make me."
His teeth nipped on my helix. I swat his arm as I felt my cheeks burn. My whole body shook from chagrin. I peek at him through my lashes. His lips caught between his teeth, preventing himself to smile although the corners of his mouth gave him away. His lip ring shone under the iridescent light.
"Shut up." I sulked to his joy.