6) FlIcKeRiNg EyEs

"I apologise for the disturbance the last time. I can assure you it won't happen again," I said.

"I understand. Let's not focus on the past. Let's focus on now," he pulled me in. We were inches apart. Our lips were so close. He moved in closer. I moved in closer. And closer. And closer. Until-

"Get the fuck up."

"Oh come on!" I threw my pillow at Leeroy's face but he caught it like air.

"It's eight am."

"Whyyyy? Everytime. Every. Time," I hit my face with the pillow about five times.

"Everytime what?"

"Everytime things are about to get juicy with young Leo and I, either you or Ralf or any of your other strange Italian men come and ruin things!"

"I'm sorry that I ruin things for you and this 'young Leo', but quite frankly, I don't care."

"Oh, jealous I see," I smirked.

"Not even a little."

"Jealousy is a disease. Get well soon bitch," I winked.

"I said I'm not-"

"I get it! You're in denial," I sighed.

"Just get dressed," he rolled his eyes and walked to the door.

"How come Ralf didn't come to get me up?" I dragged myself out of the bed.

"You said you didn't want him bugging you, so now you get me," he stood at my door dressed in black pants and a black shirt, which was again, a little too tight but I mean it helps my eyes a whole lot.

"Yippe," I rolled my eyes. Although, I could get used to seeing that sight every morning.

"Besides, he's getting ready to leave to your apartment."

"Thank god. I don't have to wear another one of your girly dresses."

"In the meantime, you'll wear this dress," he threw another fucking dress at me. I examined the filth in my hands.

"Rafael told me how much you liked pink dresses," he smirked- almost laughing.

"Fuck this shit," I threw the dress at his face, "I'd rather go naked."

"Now Malia, I know that you're attracted to me but there's no need to hoe around."

"Why don't you go suck a diçk?"

"No thanks, I just had one for breakfast," he slightly grinned as I flipped him off.

My stomach grumbled like a volcano about to erupt. I decided to go downstairs for some breakfast.

"Don't forget the event tonight," Lisa grabbed my arm to stop me before I could get out the door.

"I'm not going to be your slut," I glared at him.

"You told me this already. I thought we came to an agreement."

"Oh right. Waitressing only. That's it."

"Fine."

"Can I go now?" He looked down at my arm he was still holding and slowly released me. The way he looked at me was strange. Something flickered in his eyes, but it was gone before I could figure it out. I looked at his hand that just released me and then walked away.

Rafael's P.O.V

"Just bring her some clothes. That's it."

"Got it boss," I nodded.

"Also, find a stripper for tonight. Malia's being a bitch."

"Can't you just force her to do it?" I asked.

"Rafael! What mafia boss does that?"

"You're right. No mafia boss does that. No mafia boss."

"So will you find me a stripper?"

"Of course," I smiled.

"This," he placed his arm on my shoulder, "Is why you're my underboss," he tapped my shoulder twice.

"Thank you, Luca," I wiped a tear from my eye. I had to make him proud and find a good stripper. But first, that annoying bitch Malia's clothes.

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I went into the elevator of her building, passing some strange old short man on the way. He sang Nel blu dipinto di blu to his broom as if he were holding a woman. Reminded me of my grandpa.

I went up to the second floor and walked up to Malia's apartment. "Hm, someone replaced her door," I thought back to two days ago when I kicked it down. Good times.

I thought about knocking, but who the hell was going to answer? A ghost that haunted the place? Stupid Rafael.

So I just kicked the door down, again.

I watched the door fall to the ground and then took a step in.

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!"

Diana's P.O.V

"I'm waiting?" I stared at the six point something foot tall man that just kicked my fucking door down, causing me to put Game of thrones on fucking pause.

He looked at me for a while and blinked as I constantly whispered, "What the fuck? The fuck is going on?" under my breath. He looked at me as though he was examining me. His eyes traveled from my face down to my legs and back up to my face.

"You'll do," he shrugged and then plummeted towards me.

"What the actual fuck!" I yelled as his body toppled onto mine. We fell off the couch onto the ground as I wrestled with him. We tossed and turned until he pinned me to the ground and pressed some spot near my neck. Next thing I saw was... nothing. Everything went blank and I blacked out.

I felt like I was floating on water. No wait, flying. No wait! Driving. I was definitely in a car. I opened my eyes and looked to the left of me.

"YOU!" I screamed.

"Oh. You're awake," the strange man in the driver's seat said.

"How dare you kidnapp me!" I threw my hands in his face. I don't know what I was trying to do, but it was working.

"Get your hands away," he kept his eyes on the road.

"Fine." I turned to face my door. I pulled on the handle and the door flew open.

"What the hell are you doing?" He yelled. I ignored him and rolled out of the moving car. I ignored the pain and bruises on my hands and knees and started running when I saw him pull over. I ran as fast as my thin legs could take me. Probably should've continued those pole dancing classes with Malia. I heard footsteps behind me and when I looked back- there he was. How did he catch up so fast?

I ran into an abondoned alley, because those are totally safe. Then I came to a dead end. "Shit," I cursed to myself. I hid behind a dumpster and waited for him to come.

He ran into the dead end and stopped in his tracks, probably wondering where I disappeared to. I grabbed a bin lid and slowly got up. I crept behind him and smashed the lid onto his head. His body stiffened, and then he fell to the ground like my panties whenever I see Channing Tatum.

I dragged his unconscious body to his car. Okay more like panted and cursed and cried as I attempted to drag his heavy unconscious body to his car. I threw him across the backseat and started the car, driving to my apartment.

Malia's P.O.V

After breakfast, I decided to take a shower. I found some shampoo and conditioner in a cabinet under the bathroom sink. I closed my room door and got into the shower. The bathroom door didn't have a lock so I couldn't lock it. I thought about locking the room door, but who would come in, am I right?

I stepped onto the towel, that I had placed on the bathroom floor, after taking shower. I wrapped one towel around me and used the other to dry my hair, then I let it dry loose. I liked air drying my hair since my hair was that awkward phase between straight and curly. Blow-drying it just made it even more frizzy, so no thank you.

I walked into the room and threw the towel I had used to dry my hair onto the floor.

"You better pick that up."

I screamed so loud my throat felt like I swallowed seven popsicles whole. Lumberjack was standing at my door, looking bored as usual.

"Don't you knock?" His eyes travelled to the area where I scrunched the towel up by my heart.

"It's my house. Why should I?" I rolled my eyes at his good point.

"What do you want?" I held the towel tightly around myself when I felt his gaze piercing me. His eyes were darker than usual. I saw something flicker in them again, but I couldn't quite make out what it meant. Does he have like a cataract problem or something?

Luca's POV

I just got an erection

Malia's POV

He took a deep breath in and threw a piece of material at me, "Here's your outfit for tonight."

I unrolled it and looked at it skeptically. It was a black leather mini skirt and a red crop top. Actually, not even a crop top. It was just a bra. A really bedazzled bra.

"Where's the rest of it?" I stared at the 'outfit' in horror. "I hope you got a discount since this is only half of it." Jesus, I sounded like one of my uncles when I wear ripped jeans to a family event.

"I think it looks pretty nice," he smirked devilishly.

"I'm not wearing this," I threw the 'outfit' on the bed.

"Yes you are. The other waitresses are. You're no exception. Now do it."

Scoffing, I turned my back to him.

"I know your body type isn't really made for such outfits, but atleast try to look sexy." I could feel my blood boiling. Who the hell was he to be talking about my body? Why was he looking there in the first place? That's it. I was going to show him.

I turned to face him again, "You know, you can be a real jerk-" but he was gone.

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SoMeThInG fLiCkEReD iN hIs EyEs

I swear every wattpad writer has used this line atleast once lmaoo. And now I am one of them😔

Don't you guys just love Luca and Rafael's bromance. That's a ship right there! Lufael? Rafuca? I don't know lol