Chapter 25

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Marco POV

I fucked up. BAD. This week has been so shitty. Everyone is mad at me, and although they try to hide it, it doesn't matter because I am mad at me. My head keeps replaying over and over what went down a week ago. 

Bex telling me it was ok even though it wasn't, that she wouldn't choose herself either. But I do choose her, I just fucked up. And the look on her face, I know I hurt her, and that hurts me, but she is so strong and I could see her trying to fight back the emotion. 

And then after the boys made me explain and I did. It didn't help my case, not that I was to have an excuse for what I did. Enzo walked right on over to me and punched me square in the face, breaking my nose.

I don't care that I am a Mafia Don and I should've punished him becauseI know that by hurting Bex I hurt him. This week he barely spoke to me. He just follows my orders with a nod, but doesn't engage with my conversations, even though he is my best friend.

Bex tries to act like nothing happened ever between us, calling me boss, arriving and working all day then leaving, only talking to me when necessary. I see her joking with Enzo, but she still looks sad. 

I am currently sitting in my office, willowing in self hatred, when I bring my mind back to my work. I am looking at the guest list of the Mafia Ball that is in a few days. I am planning how we will be able to get to the Spanish Mafia before the Mexicans. 

I finally finish up planning who the other people I plan to speak to are, and realize I have been avoiding thinking about what I really want to happen at the Ball. 

I want Bex to go as my date. I need to go talk to her.

I make my way down to the garage, where I know Bexley has been working since 8:00 because she gave me my coffee and left. That makes me feel even worse. She still brings me coffee in the morning, hand delivered, and doesn't say a word.

I enter the garage and see her wearing a sports bra and sweats that she has rolled up to just below her knees. My God she is so perfect I want her back as mine. I walk over to her and she, hearing my steps, turns around and says, "Hey Bo-", but before she can finish that word I hate only when it comes from her mouth, I crash my lips to hers, not being able to control myself anymore.

She is very hesitant at first, standing still, but soon she grabs my hair with her hands and presses her perfect body closer to mine. We stop for a minute, foreheads touching, both of us breathing heavy. I look in her eyes, those brilliant blue eyes, and all the words start tumbling out.

"Principessa, I know I don't deserve you. I never will and I hate that I want you so bad because I will never let anyone else have you. You are perfect, perfect for me. You keep me on my toes, ground me, make me laugh and smile and act like a damn teddy bear as you like to say."

"I can't work. I can't focus. All I think about is you and how much I need you in my arms every second of every day. I know I fucked up, believe me, I was so drunk, worse than I have ever been. I know that is no excuse for the pain I caused you. When you said that you wouldn't choose yourself either, you were so wrong. I do choose you, I will always choose you and only you. Please. I need you back, I need to have a second chance."

I stop and take a deep breath. Damn, if any of the boys heard my confession, I would be harassed for months. I stare at Bex waiting for her to say something. Her eyes are glossy, I'm not sure if that's good or bad.

"I forgive you." she murmurs. What did she just say? I can't believe my ears. 

"Say it again."

"I forgive you." she says again with a small smile.

 I pick her up and spin her around and shower her face with kisses. She manages to push me away and now in a stern voice says, "But you need to gain back my trust. I am not one to take back cheaters. I know my worth, and if the person I am with does not, that is on them not me."

"But we were not officially together, thus you didn't cheat. You hurt me though, and you broke my trust, something I rarely give to others. I am giving you another chance but you need to prove to me you care about me just as much as I care about you."

I nod and say, "I can do that. First though, you my beautiful Principessa will be accompanying me to the Mafia Ball as my date, only if you would like though?" 

She nods and I pick her up again in a tight hug, her face burying into my neck and thighs wrapping around my waist, making me smile. "Ok let's go tell the boys."

We walk out of the garage, hand in hand, towards the gym where I know the boys are. We enter the room where Angelo and Antonio are sparring, Gio is lifting weights, Rosco is hitting a punching bag, and Enzo is on the treadmill. 

Music is blasting from the speakers so they don't hear us come in. I lead Bex over to the side and turn off the music. This grabs the attention of the boys who turn around and then stare at Bex and I's interlocked hands.

"Woah woah woah. What did we miss?" says Rosco.

"Are you too back together?" Angelo asks.

I pull Bex close to me and kiss her forehead, earning a smile out of her and the boys. "I know I messed up and I will work until my dying breath to make it up to her. That is what my beautiful girlfriend deserves."

Girlfriend? Welp. I probably should have asked Bex first, remembering that she doesn't even know what we are. The boys clap though, and give me bro hugs. 

Enzo stays silent and then walks up to me very slowly. The tension in the room is so thick it could be cut with a knife, everyone turns silent.

Then Enzo breaks into his normal grin and says, "I'm sorry for breaking your nose, but I won't hesitate to do it again." He pulls me into a hug and pats my back. "You make her happy bro, thank you." he whispers as we pull away.

The boys get back to work and I pull a still silent Bex out of the room into the hallway. I turn to her and before I can say anything, she cups my jaw with her tiny hands and kisses me lightly. 

"Girlfriend huh," she says, wiggling her eyebrows in a gesture that is so much like Enzo I almost die laughing. "I like the sounds of that." she adds as she kisses me again, this time more passionately.

My heart warms at hearing that. I am her boyfriend and she's officially mine. Thank God she is not upset. We continue to make up, and I can feel my dick twitch in my pants. I back her up to the wall until my body is pressed against hers and I know she can feel how much she effects me though our clothes. 

"Make up sex sounds pretty great right now." I say.

She laughs and pulls away, causing me to frown. "Sorry babe, my shift starts in 20 at the bar, see you later." With that she runs away, leaving me sad and horny. 

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