Scarlett

"Oh my god." I moan tasting the cheesecake Sophia did yesterday.

"I see you like it." She giggles and I nod. "I'm getting out of here a whale." She laughs clutching her stomach. "I doubt it, you workout too much."

"True. So make more food for me." I say in a sing voice making her chuckle. Her chuckle stops when she looks at the side and hurries to do her cooking again.

What?

I look at the side to see Mason leaning on the couch, arms crossed and his gaze on me. He's with his usual attire, and trying to look mad.

We will change that.

I go to the fridge and pick an yogurt, going to him with a sheepish grin.

"Here, grumpy pants." I hand it to him and he shakes his head, looking at the floor trying to hide the smile on his face.

"You make it impossible to be mad at you."He grumbles and I laugh shortly. "Why would you be mad at me?"

"You're fucking me?" he has an incredulous look on his face and I shake my head. "Not currently, you know, time of the month and all."

"Ha. Ha. Funny kitten. I forgot to laugh."He rolls his eyes at me, I give him a grin.

"Lettie! I missed you so much yesterday, Mason was all grumpy, looking like a old man." Dion appears suddenly on the kitchen, and I laugh at his sour face.

"The odds of not seeing me." I answer cockyly, and flick my hair behind my shoulder. "You wished." Mason grumbles and I pout at him. "Stop being such a baby, just admit it that you missed me."

He scoffs. "I missed your ass, not you."

"Excuse me? The ass comes with me, therefore you missed me too."

"Have I ever told you that you're impossible?" Mason narrows his deep eyes at me, I grin. "Every damn day."

"You guys... so cute, I ship it." Dion fangirls and I roll my eyes sending him my middle finger. He fake gasps and sniffles. "That's so rude."

"You got that right babe." I wink at him and he smirks at Mason. "She winked at me. I bet she never did that to you."

"Don't you have a girlfriend?"

"She screams my name in pleasure, every night." Mason and I say at the same time. I turn my body to Mason and glare at him, he just smirks.

The asshole.

"First, I do. And second. You're doing the dirty behind closed doors? Thought you had better taste Scarlett."

I shrug. "I thought too. You know what they say, desperate times, desperate measures."

Mason grunts and grabs my hips pulling my back to his chest. "Say that again and I'll fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk, blood or no blood." He whispers huskily on my ear and I gulp.

Fuck. That was kind of hot though.

"Oh I see. But for real even on a ghetto you would find better." Dion says still smirking.

"She wouldn't. You're just jealous." Mason says, and I feel the vibration of his voice on my back, since he haven't loose the grip on my hips. In fact he's rubbing circles, underneath my black crop top. His touch sends warm to all my body.

I bet he's oblivious to it though.
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I'm working on the punching bag, G-Eazy blasting on my Air Pods, when Anthony or Emanuel, enters the gym.

My blood starts to boil and I start to punch harder.

Just picture his face on it, keep it cool.

"Calm down tiger." I see him next to me from the corner of my eye.

Keep it cool Scarlett Mazikeen.

"Why's that?" I stop taking on airpod. "You'll rip the punch bag with all that force."

"At least would be just this, not any other thing." I fake smile at him.

Like his head.

"True that. So how you're adapting to this?"

Oh so we're trying to make casual conversation to know information? I see how the game is. Let it begin!

"Normally, and you? You're new right?" I try to keep my voice as friendly and innocent as possible.

"Yes. It's a bit different of what I was expecting. They're all like a family."

"Isn't that what a mafia is supposed to be? Watch each others back?" I raises my eyebrows at him.

"I guess so..." He trails and I nod.

He plays on his own team. Got that.

"I think you adapted here better than me though." he chuckles and I fake confusion. "I bet I didn't you're here longer then me."

"Longer or not you're more sociable, I like to observe, be on my own vibe."

He likes to observe a contain it to him.

"I feel you." I nod at him.

"So what's the plan? You spend more time with the boss, I'm sure you know it."

Oh my God, doesn't he shut up?

"Nope. I try it to know but he doesn't budge." I lie, keeping eye contact and a blank face.  "Oh, I see. Makes sense."

"Yep. I'm leaving. See you around Arthur." I get up picking up my water bottle.

"It's Anthony."

Supposedly. I know.

"Oh yeah, my bad." I force chuckle and leave letting a breath go.

Motherfucker.