Yearning For The Badboy Mafia’s Love

EMMANUELLE’S POV

This good Samaritan and I have just finished shopping and I felt so happy for the fact that he let me pick anything of my choice.Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

He never complain for once even though all the things are expensive and I love him for that.

This is just like I’m living the life I wanted…

He broke through my thought when he called my name… I stood up and walk to him.

“What do you think of this , don’t you think it’ll suit you?” He asked, I smile and nods.

“But it’s expensive. C’mon, we should leave already… I think this ones are enough” I told him.

He didn’t say anything instead he wire the necklace around my neck. I touched it and couldn’t stop myself from blushing.

“Thank you” I muttered to him and he nods.

“It looks pretty on you. C’mon, let go” he held my hand and we walk to the recipient where he made for the clothes and carried them to his car.

He opened the boot and drop the bags in it. He walk over to the driver side and help me open the door.

“Thank you” I smiled.

“You should stop saying that. I can’t count how many times you’ve thanked me for nothing.” He said and I just smile more and nod.

He walked over to the driver seat and got in then start the car and drive off.

” Why are all your cars tinted ?” I asked letting the breeze soothe my skin because he left the top roof of his car.

“Privacy.” He replied as he speed up down the street.

My hair went in different directions because of the reckless air.

“Don’t you have a hairband or something to hold your hair still?” He asked me .

“I didn’t carry any.” I chuckle and gather my hair to hold together and weave it to it’s length.

“So you could do that all these while?” He smirk handling the wheel like the cute crackhead that he is.

Well, don’t blame me. He’s so cute that I can’t help giving him compliments.

I stay quiet just as him, it feels like the both of them bury our thoughts to the song blaring on a normal rate from his stereo.

” So what’s with your usual playlists ?” I asked him listening to the song.

He chuckles and turn to look at me but look back at the road in no time. ” You don’t like it ?”

” I do. It’s just.. I don’t know..”I sigh and smile.

” I guess the message is also about feelings and…”

“Love?” I asked him and turn to look at him. He didn’t reply or look at me but I feel his shoulders tensed at the word ‘love’.

“You don’t believe in love right?” I ask and chuckle and bite my bottom lip, trying to cover up how nervous i was.

I observe his eyes snap to my figure on his passenger seat as a smirk curl up his lips.

“I didn’t say that.”

” What’s up with the fact that you don’t wanna tell me your name?” I tuck back her loose strands of hair and cross her arms.

” I don’t know..” he sighed and smile at me before looking back at the road.

I nodded and tap my fingers on the window sill and stare at nothing but the Streets.

“Your friend…. Calista, you badly really wanted to meet her right?” He asked me and I look at him first then nods.

“Yes… She’s like a big sister to me. I wonder if she’s doing well. Her birthday will always been ruined whenever she remembers about how her 20th birthday was ruined”

“He took her when she turned 20?”

“Yes…”

He nodded and halts his car.

The place looks like a rural area. The blue lights brighten the outside as people chatter. Not much people but quite a normal amount of people.

The distance has a fireplace with maybe couples who sits around it. The other side of the car park sits a guitarist who plays low and melodious music as he strums his guitar.

“What are you thinking about?” He whispers so his lips gently pecks my neck.

I smile and cross my arm as i watch the guitarist.

“Just nothing. I’m just glad I’m here in Moscow.. with someone as kind as you” I flashed him a smile.

“Do you want to drink something or maybe eat something?” He asks as he lowers his head to look at me.

“Yeah.”

“What should I get you ?”

” Maybe ice cream sandwich, Meatballs also maybe Sprite.”

“Sprite?”

“What? I like non-alcoholic.” I laugh at his expression.

“You sure that’s all you want?” He asked and I nodded.

“Yes I’m sure, Thank you.” I playfully blow kisses at him as i watch him walk to the store at the other side of the road.

I look around the park and smile at the guitarist. He concentrates on every string that he strums and sing along.

About three couples stand close to the singer as most people drop coins and dollar bills on his bowl.

Removing a note from my back pocket , I walk to the guitarist and drop the bill.

She walk back to my earlier position to lean on the car.

Soon , I saw him walk out of of the store and my eyes couldn’t peel off from his irresistible form.

I think he was created on a Sunday morning when God might have decided to rest.

His tattoos still crave out to their own perfections around his arms. His tone skin fits perfectly to his white T-shirt and his natural messy hair.

“Here.” He stretch a little paper bag at me.

“Before you eye rape me.” He smirk.. I look away, blush and take the bag.

“Thanks. A lot of meat balls..” I murmurs after opening the bag.

“Yeah. They are all yours.”

I smile and nod to nothing.

“You want to sit?” He asks after battling with one meat ball.

“Where are we going to sit?” I asked him looking around.

He takes my hand and lead me to the trunk of his car. He lifts me off the ground and sit me on the trunk.

“Better?” He asks with his seductive smirk. I nod and appreciate his gesture.

“You care for some?” I ask shaking the meatballs in his face.

“I don’t eat meatballs, princess”.

“I’m stuck. Now i have two questions. Why don’t you like meatballs and did you just call me princess?”

“Nothing. Both answers.”

“Such a jerk.” I mutter with meatballs stuck to my mouth.

“A cute jerk…” He bites his bottom getting in between my legs. I squirm absently to the new found connection.

“I didn’t call you cute.”

He shrugs and rub circles absently on my lower back.

“You should taste this.” I motion to another piece of meatball in my mouth.

“I should taste it in your mouth then.”

Wait ! What? I bite the inside of my cheek to stop me from blushing so bad.

My hands hang on the air still holding an already bitten meatball.

He drops my hand to the side and tilts his head.

“Can I?”

I nodded and swallow. He pinch a little amount and slide it inside my mouth.

My lips wraps itself around his warm fingers and i can’t really believe what she’s doing.

His fingers slide out of my mouth and his mouth takes over. He kissed me gently caressing my thighs up to her lower back.

I couldn’t help but wrap my hand around his neck as we kiss each other desperately. His hands slides under my hoodie and caress my bare back.

“Damn…”He breathe out touching our foreheads together.

“Where did you learn to kiss like that?” He asks still leaning his forehead on mine.

“You’re disgusting” I chuckle as a matter of fact.

I bite my lower lips and look away shyly. I really can’t believe that I let him kiss him and the think that I always kissed him back?. I think he’s becoming my new addiction.

“Why do I want you so bad?” He asks taking his forehead off mine to stare into my eyes.

I didn’t have an answer for that question.

“I don’t know.”

He chuckles and nod looking at my bandaged hand, he sigh and look away.

“I have a party in two weeks time. You should come with me.”

“I..”

“Please. I want you to accompany me so I won’t feel lonely. I’ll get you a dress and everything you would need. Just say yes.”

A party with him! Ain’t we going too far even without knowing each other.” Elsa thought.

“Will it be safe? I’ve never been at a party before.”

“I’m going to be there right by your side.” He lace out fingers together and smile.

” And I will never pull away either.” He kiss my temple and that seems to reassure me that I’ll be fine.

“Maybe I say yes to you if you tell me your name” I smiled.

“I bet you’ll say no if I do.” He chuckles instead and I sigh looking away.

“You’re annoying. I’ll call you meat balls then. Until I find out your name and what’s special about it” I smirk.

“As you wish… Princess”