Chapter 5-GIFT

-Jessica's Pov-

I could hear someone calling me out, trying to wake me up but I did not want to. Both my mind and my body wanted to keep laying down on this bed, it was honestly the most comfortable one that I ever slept in. There was no surety that I would get a sleep like this again, I could even be killed off today.

I recognised the voice. It was him.

The handsome bad guy.

My kidnapper.

But it did not scare me.

I knew that my upcoming life wasn't going to be easy, but it wasn't easy earlier too. From a tender age of eight I had to fight for food and shelter when the first orphanage where I was dropped after birth got closed. All of us children were just randomly tossed off to the streets while the ones above twelve years were either sold off to become prostitutes or as cheap labour. My foster parents were abusive, but I can't really blame him for they atleast took me in.

So it was still better over here. I would probably end up getting killed in the first Mafia face off but still it felt more secure than what my life was before. It felt as if I was under the protection of someone who wanted that I got out of the situation alive and wanted to train me for that.

It was weird to think so highly of someone who picked me up and brought me into this Mafia world of ruthless killers and blood suckers but I clearly had no other option. I did not want to die there, not like that and something about the look in his eyes told me that he wasn't going to kill me.

After few minutes the voice seemed to cease making me go back into my comfortable slumber. But after some peaceful moments I felt a hand crawling up my arm.

There was a little shift of weight on the bed as he moved towards my back, his fingers lightly brushing the sore tattooed place. It was not paining but it was still sore which made me sleep on my stomach.

I felt a sigh leave my mouth subconsciously as his other hand crawled up my arms, his fingers felt oddly cool to my skin but made me want to snuggle up to him. I knew it was wrong and an idiotic move but it just felt nice.

"Get up," I heard him speaking into my ears, it wasn't an order like usual his voice was softer than before almost a whisper, his a prickly stubble brushing against my skin. All the sleep and drowsiness that I had flew out of the window as I felt his intense gaze on myself.

I felt a urge in me to deny, to get some more reactions out of him but this position even though morally wrong felt good.

So Good.

I opened my eyes to directly meet his, immediately realizing it was a wrong move to look into them.

I felt intoxicatedly drawn to his eyes, to him. He has a beautiful set of eyes and I cannot deny that. His eyes are as unique as him.

Not every day do you wake up with the undeniably handsome Mafia in your bed right ?

I felt his hand moving to cup my face as he kept looking at me intensely, making me flush red. What was wrong with him ? Did he not just think of killing me or making me his slave just yesterday ? Or was this the preparation ?

"How's your tattoo Carrot Top ?" He asked while gently brushing his fingers on the bare spot. I was wearing a tank top to avoid the newly made tattoo come in contact of any fabric but the plan seemed to backfire as I found his fingers taking their sweet time to explore the bare area.

And shockingly I was enjoying it ?

Shouldn't I be stopping him ?

"Its a little sore," I replied trying not to shutter as my skin felt ignited against his touch when I felt him stare at me waiting for an answer. I did stare at the newly inked tattoo for quite a while last night and for some reason it gave me a sense of comfort. Making me feel like I belonged somewhere, which I hadn't ever really felt.

I heard a little chuckle from him reaching my ears as he leaned down, I felt goosebumps rising across my skin as I felt his stubble brush against them.

"They say a kiss where it hurts takes away the pain, let's try that ?" My eyes widened as the words registered in my mind, before I could show any hesitation, I felt his lips touching the skin above the tattoo making me wail in surprise. I could feel my body tensing as I gripped the bed sheet below me taking it all in, savouring the feeling, letting it sink into me. What the hell in the shit was even this saying ?

Everything about this was very very wrong, he is my kidnapper, a Mafia and maybe even my boss now, yet I seemed to like it not being able to show any resistance at all. His hold on me was gentle, I could easily get out if I wanted but instead I felt myself arching my neck even more as he peppered soft kisses from my back to my neck as soft mewls kept leaving with my heavy breath.

"So now that this is handled, get up and meet me in the hall in five. You wouldn't want me to come back again," he spoke with a cocky smile flashing at me as he hopped down from the bed and walked out without looking back even once, leaving me breathless with tingles across my skin and butterflies in my stomach on the bed.

I looked at his retreating form, his perfect posture and unmatchable aura which added both a scary as well as elegance to his personality. He was undeniably intimidating but also someone you want to look out more for, to know more and more about, to discover all the depths that those eyes contained in them.

I felt myself getting dazed with his thoughts when a loud sound from the nightstand broke my trance.

It was a gift wrapped box with a beautiful black ribbon on the top. It wasn't a bomb right ? Don't they show ticking things like these in crime shows ?

Before I could get more panicked a freaked out I heard the pre-set voice from whatever was inside the box.

"Relax. Don't over use your brain Carrot Top and open it," I heard his deep hoarse voice coming out of it making me sigh with relief as well as making me get curious about it.

Why was he giving me any kind of presents ? Or was it a prank or maybe something which could hurt.

I shook the fear off before taking the gift in my hands and opening it. If he expects me to open it then I guess I must because making him angry right in the morning wouldn't really go good for me right ?

Which that thought I pulled the ribbon, my heart and mind both racing in excitement, I haven't really received gifts in my life if it wasn't for the mostly torn clothes and cakes that we received in the orphanage as gifts on Christmas.

Shaking those thoughts off I quickly unwrapped the gift to find something that made me gasp loud enough. It couldn't be what I was seeing right ? Did he really go all way out and buy me this ? If yes, why ?

Questions started pondering loud in my mind as I toyed with the brand new rose gold framed smart phone in my hand. I have never had a phone in my life except the vintage telephone that was there in my foster house.

Was this really for me ? I picked it up carefully from the box as I unlocked it. I have seen everyone using one of these but could never afford one. Before I could dwell more upon my feelings another loud music came out from it which now I know is an alarm before his voice rang out again.

"I am still waiting."

I felt my face flashing hot as I realized how just in one day he understood what my reaction to his gift will be. I must actually get going, it wasn't the best thing to make the Mafia King wait when he's already going to train me for something, which was sure to tire me off plus I did have a series of questions.

Starting right from the kiss, or I must just forget it ? The latter seemed to be good for my own sanity though.

I got off the bed going into the washroom to finish my morning routine with an overwhelming feeling engulfing me.

I wore one of the hoodies from the closet above my tank top and tugged in my necklace properly before moving out of the room after locking the door.

I looked towards the thumb lock sensor to see how it had only mine and his finger prints, meaning he had an all time access into the room.

Mine and Enzo's.